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Dança da Vida ...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-1645961174905490370</id><published>2009-09-28T23:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:00:19.405-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Recomeçando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fase diferente, já não sentia mais vontade de escrever por aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Então, resolvi mudar de ares, ir com calma (ou ao menos tentar!) e com isso "nasceu" o novo blog:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://finding-fairies.blogspot.com/" style="color: #999999; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Procurando fadas num mundo real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(http://finding-fairies.blogspot.com/).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Para quem quiser ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não é atualizado tão freqüentemente, mas está de acordo com o que sinto vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-1645961174905490370?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/1645961174905490370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=1645961174905490370&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/1645961174905490370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/1645961174905490370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2009/09/recomecando.html' title='Recomeçando...'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-5868528908842469549</id><published>2009-06-15T16:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:17:09.934-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu não definiria melhor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=5868528908842469549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/5868528908842469549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/5868528908842469549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-nao-definiria-melhor.html' title='Eu não definiria melhor...'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS9RXP_ENbg/Sjad7Ok3nxI/AAAAAAAAA04/2XIQu48WMvg/s72-c/2122984_dJF6J.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-5716454764751310879</id><published>2009-04-16T10:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:40:49.507-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E depois de tanto tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tanto tempo sem conseguir escrever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tantas coisas aconteceram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Boas e ruins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nenhuma que eu sinta vontade de dizer aqui, de dizer agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O blog precisa de uma repaginada, minha vida precisa de uma repaginada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tantas coisas mudaram, muito mais coisas ainda precisam mudar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vou pensar se crio outro blog, ou se mudo tudo nesse, mais ainda, se consiguirei escrever nele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A vontade é de gritar: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Socorro! Alguém me ajude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;", mas eu sei que a única pessoa que pode me ajudar sou eu mesma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Olhar e resolver meus próprios medos, conflitos, confusões...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E eu me pergunto, será que eu sou tão chata assim? Tão implicante? Tão estressada? Será que não é tudo bobeira minha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se é, eu não sei, mas me incomoda muito, de qualquer maneira. Incomoda demais... E eu não sei conviver com isso, não sei se consigo ou se quero aprender a conviver com o que me incomoda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No fundo, sempre quis ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pena que eu não sei como...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Qual o modelo de felicidade que eu conheço?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O irreal, aquele lindo, de contos de fadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas o que fazer se ele não existe na vida real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O que a gente faz quando se sente totalmente perdida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sem saber para onde ir, sem saber o que fazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ok, eu sei, olha para dentro de si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas e quando o medo de olhar para o que tem dentro de você é maior ainda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Medo de ver que só tem um vazio, um buraco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ou de encontrar algo pior, algo que eu não queira ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas acho que o medo de não encontrar nada me assusta mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-5716454764751310879?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/5716454764751310879/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=5716454764751310879&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/5716454764751310879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/5716454764751310879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-depois-de-tanto-tempo.html' title='E depois de tanto tempo...'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-7155842433556686436</id><published>2008-12-01T00:02:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:28:10.917-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre o final de semana anterior (22 e 23/11/2008)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Foi incomum e DELICIOSO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu AMEI!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Companhia excelente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sábado fui para Bragança Paulista (assistir Fortaleza x Bragantino), de volta a São Paulo, jantar no Outback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Domingo, Parque do Ibirapuera (com direito a cache!), tarde com a família "Buscapé" (by Luci), que eu amo demais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS9RXP_ENbg/STNLPRMYwtI/AAAAAAAAAxw/INprx7qofHI/s200/Tathi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274642314266460882" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Delícia, delícia, delícia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Risadas, papos, abraços... Tudo de bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Beijos, beijos, beijos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-7155842433556686436?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/7155842433556686436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=7155842433556686436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/7155842433556686436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/7155842433556686436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/12/sobre-o-final-de-semana-anterior.html' title='Sobre o final de semana anterior (22 e 23/11/2008)...'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS9RXP_ENbg/STNLPRMYwtI/AAAAAAAAAxw/INprx7qofHI/s72-c/Tathi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-4935104837164616212</id><published>2008-11-30T23:51:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:54:28.092-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu lugarzinho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O final de semana foi curtinho, mas tão gostoso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nesse final de semana eu senti uma vontade tão grande de voltar para casa quase uma necessidade! E mesmo chegando sábado a noite, para segunda de manhã já ir embora, foi muito bom voltar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como foi bom me sentir em casa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-4935104837164616212?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/4935104837164616212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=4935104837164616212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/4935104837164616212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/4935104837164616212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/11/meu-lugarzinho.html' title='Meu lugarzinho...'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-8320565533866003974</id><published>2008-11-29T13:47:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:50:46.099-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Melhora de humor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nada como um jantar com as amigas para melhorar um dia que não foi lá essas coisas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Conversamos muito, rimos mais ainda, comemos bem, tomamos cerveja, quebramos a rotina!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Foi ótimo!!! Muito obrigada, meninas!  ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-8320565533866003974?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/8320565533866003974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=8320565533866003974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/8320565533866003974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/8320565533866003974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/11/melhora-de-humor.html' title='Melhora de humor!'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-7622472586787997687</id><published>2008-11-28T19:23:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:31:34.605-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tristeza que insiste em aparecer... O que me falta?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sabe aquele dia em que você não se sente feliz? Aliás, muito pelo contrário, que vem aquela pontadinha de tristeza?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hoje estou me sentindo assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E sabe o que é pior? Eu tenho tantos motivos para estar feliz e agradecer por tudo de bom que eu tenho na vida, no entanto, essa pontadinha de tristeza insiste em permanecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nem sempre faço as escolhas certas. E sinto muito por isso, eu estou tentando acertar, estou mesmo, mas tem hora que faço uma confusão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não me interpretem mal, não é um post para reclamar da vida, nem para me lamentar... É só um desabafo dessa tristezinha chata e persistente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O que me falta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O que me falta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(PS: A ausência é pelo raro tempo livre...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-7622472586787997687?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/7622472586787997687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=7622472586787997687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/7622472586787997687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/7622472586787997687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/11/tristeza-que-insiste-em-aparecer-o-que.html' title='Tristeza que insiste em aparecer... O que me falta?'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-3394946722367268104</id><published>2008-11-17T00:36:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T00:41:55.965-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeding Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CXyD67p5KFs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CXyD67p5KFs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bleeding Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (by: Leona Lewis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Composição: Ryan Tedder / Jesse McCartney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Closed off from love I didn't need the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Once or twice was enough and it was all in vain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Time starts to pass before you know it you're frozen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But something happened for the very first time with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;My heart melted to the ground found something true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And everyone's looking around thinking I'm going crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But I don't care what they say, I'm in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;They try to pull me away but they don't know the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;My heart's crippled by the vain that I keep on closing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Keep bleeding keep keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I keep bleeding I keep keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Keep bleeding keep keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;You cut me open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Trying hard not to hear but they talk so loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Their piercing sounds fill my ears, try to fill me with doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Yet I know that the goal is to keep me from falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But nothing's greater than the rush that comes with your embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And in this world of loneliness I see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Yet everyone around me thinks that I'm going crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Maybe, maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But I don't care what they say, I'm in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;They try to pull me away but they don't know the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;My heart's crippled by the vain that I keep on closing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Keep bleeding keep keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I keep bleeding I keep keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Keep bleeding keep keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;You cut me open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And it's draining all of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh, they find it hard to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I'll be wearing these scars for everyone to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I don't care what they say, I'm in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;They try to pull me away but they don't know the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;My heart's crippled by the vain that I keep on closing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Keep bleeding keep keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I keep bleeding I keep keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Keep bleeding keep keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I Keep bleeding,I keep keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-3394946722367268104?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/3394946722367268104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=3394946722367268104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/3394946722367268104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/3394946722367268104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/11/bleeding-love.html' title='Bleeding Love'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-6029667885489243154</id><published>2008-10-11T16:43:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T17:24:35.675-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sand in my shoes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/99oEvgUZ9L8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/99oEvgUZ9L8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sand In My Shoes&lt;/strong&gt; (by: Dido)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Composição: Dido Armstrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks away feels like the whole world should've changed&lt;br /&gt;But I'm home now&lt;br /&gt;And things still look the same&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll leave it till tomorrow to unpack&lt;br /&gt;Try to forget for one more night&lt;br /&gt;That I'm back in my flat on the road&lt;br /&gt;Where the cars never stop going through the night&lt;br /&gt;To real life where I can't watch sunset&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still got sand in my shoes&lt;br /&gt;And I can't shake the thought of you&lt;br /&gt;I should get on, forget you&lt;br /&gt;But why would I want to?&lt;br /&gt;I know we said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Anything else would've been confused but&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's back to work and down to sanitation&lt;br /&gt;Run a bath and then clear up the mess I made before I left here&lt;br /&gt;Try to remind myself that I was happy here&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew that I could get on a plane and fly away&lt;br /&gt;From the road where the cars never stop going through the night&lt;br /&gt;To a life where I can watch sunset&lt;br /&gt;And take my time&lt;br /&gt;Take all our time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still got sand in my shoes&lt;br /&gt;And I can't shake the thought of you&lt;br /&gt;I should get on, forget you&lt;br /&gt;But why would I want to?&lt;br /&gt;I know we said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Anything else would've been confused but&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see you again&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see you again&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks away&lt;br /&gt;All it takes to change and turn me around I follow&lt;br /&gt;I walked away and never said that I wanted to see you... again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still got sand in my shoes&lt;br /&gt;And I can't shake the thought of you&lt;br /&gt;I should get on, forget you&lt;br /&gt;But why would I want to?&lt;br /&gt;I know we said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Anything else would've been confused but&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I wanna see you again)&lt;br /&gt;I've still got sand in my shoes&lt;br /&gt;And I can't shake the thought of you&lt;br /&gt;(I wanna see you again)&lt;br /&gt;I should get on, forget you&lt;br /&gt;But why would I want to?&lt;br /&gt;I know we said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Anything else would've been confused but&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see you again&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-6029667885489243154?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/6029667885489243154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=6029667885489243154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/6029667885489243154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/6029667885489243154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/10/sand-in-my-shoes.html' title='Sand in my shoes...'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-1527339271659992457</id><published>2008-09-10T13:48:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T14:12:59.225-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fico assim sem você... (quem?!? alguém que me queira tanto quanto eu a ele... alguém que faça valer a pena!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje acordei sensível, sentimental...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E por mais que as circunstâncias não estejam favoráveis para sentir qualquer coisa que seja, acordei sentindo uma carência imensa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vontade de ganhar um colinho, um abraço e um bom papo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ser mimada, ganhar carinho e atenção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah, todo mundo tem direito a passar por algum dia assim. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;(PS: Não é tristeza, nem mesmo um lamento, apenas uma constatação de como estou hoje, carente.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-1527339271659992457?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/1527339271659992457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=1527339271659992457&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/1527339271659992457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/1527339271659992457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/09/fico-assim-sem-voc-quem-hahaha-eu-bem.html' title='Fico assim sem você... (quem?!? alguém que me queira tanto quanto eu a ele... alguém que faça valer a pena!)'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-9050099643351388611</id><published>2008-08-26T15:43:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T16:22:51.956-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Idas e vindas... Mudanças, despedidas... É tudo parte da vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Todas as mudanças, mesmo as mais esperadas, trazem melancolia, pois deixamos para trás uma parte de nós (...)&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anatole France&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Essa foi uma frase enviada por um amigo muito querido, num e-mail de despedida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;(Aliás, despedida tripla, de pessoas queridas e especiais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Boa sorte para os três! Que a vida os brinde com excelentes coisas!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Despedidas tem sido uma constante na minha vida, especialmente nestas últimas três semanas. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;E como dóem. Muito, muito mesmo, de um jeito que muita gente nem imagina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sim, eu sei que a vida é feita de encontros e despedidas, que isso faz parte, que somos seres essencialmente sozinhos, que as pessoas passam pelas nossas vidas e vão embora, que é o natural; mas dói. Eu não queria ter que me despedir das pessoas, eu adoraria que as pessoas que eu gosto permanecessem na minha vida por muito e muito tempo e, se possível (sei que é muito forte, mas por que não?), para sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;E quantas saudades eu sinto das pessoas (e de vez em quando, acho que as pessoas não sentem nem metade da saudade que sinto delas).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;E como diz na frase que citei, uma parte de mim, do meu coração, eu deixo com as pessoas que gosto, sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sim, eu fiquei muito triste de ir para Salvador, sozinha e deixar minha família e meus amigos em São Paulo. Chegar num lugar onde não conhecia ninguém e ter que me virar por lá. Eu tive medo. Foi bem difícil no começo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Depois de quatro meses, ao voltar de Salvador (ainda mais da maneira tão inesperada como foi), voltei de coração partido pelas novas amizades que fiz e que mais uma vez tive que deixar para trás. Eu aprendi muita coisa lá e amadureci bastante. Eu conheci um novo modo de viver, muitas coisas mudaram, valores repensados e novas formas de ver as coisas, a vida, tudo. &lt;em&gt;E foi maravilhoso reaprender a ser feliz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Como o retorno foi doloroso, voltei com o coração partido, por tudo e, principalmente, por todos que ficaram para trás (e que ficaram com pedaços do meu coração)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Eu não sei vocês, mas eu tenho uma dificuldade imensa com mudanças. Mudanças me assustam, eu fico com medo delas. E isso é até paradoxal, porque ao mesmo tempo, eu não vivo sem mudanças na minha vida. Quando está tudo sempre igual, sempre do mesmo jeito, eu quase enlouqueço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;(Mas as mudanças tem que ser sempre tão bruscas, tão rápidas, tão chocantes?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Bom, eu precisava escrever sobre esse retorno, mas precisava sair do "choque" antes de fazer isso. Em alguns aspectos, precisava me refazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sim, ficaram muitas, mas muitas coisas boas mesmo, desse período que estará comigo pelo resto da minha vida! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Tudo valeu a pena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E sim, eu amo! Amo muito!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-9050099643351388611?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/9050099643351388611/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=9050099643351388611&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/9050099643351388611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/9050099643351388611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/08/idas-e-vindas-mudanas-despedidas-tudo.html' title='Idas e vindas... Mudanças, despedidas... É tudo parte da vida...'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-1600453278846644281</id><published>2008-08-16T22:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T22:25:10.720-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada aconteceu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Janaína&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(by: Biquini Cavadão)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Janaína acorda todo dia às quatro e meia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E já na hora de ir pra cama, Janaína pensa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Que o dia não passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Que nada aconteceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Janaína é passageira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Passa as horas do seu dia em trens lotados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Filas de supermercados, bancos e repartições&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Que repartem sua vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mas ela diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Que apesar de tudo ela tem sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mas ela diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Que um dia a gente há de ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ela diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Que apesar de tudo ela tem sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ela diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Que um dia a gente há de ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Se Deus quiser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Janaína é beleza de gestos, abraços,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mãos, dedos, anéis e labios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dentes e sorriso solto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Que escapam do seu rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Janaína é só lembrança de amores guardados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hoje é apenas mais uma pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Que tem medo do futuro - que aconteceu? -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Se alimenta do passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mas ela diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Que apesar de tudo ela tem sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mas ela diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Que um dia a gente há de ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Que apesar de tudo ela tem sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ela diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Que um dia a gente há de ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Se Deus quiser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Já não imagina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quantos anos tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Já na iminência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;De outro aniversário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Janaína acorda todo dia às quatro e meia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Já na hora de ir pra cama, Janaína pensa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Que o dia não passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Que nada aconteceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ySXidAVd9pM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ySXidAVd9pM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-1600453278846644281?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/1600453278846644281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=1600453278846644281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/1600453278846644281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/1600453278846644281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/08/nada-aconteceu.html' title='Nada aconteceu...'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-6163641445133153168</id><published>2008-08-13T22:07:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T12:42:09.928-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Difícil...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ai, que fase mais difícil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou me sentindo triste.&lt;br /&gt;Confusa, insegura, com vontade de chorar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Querendo sumir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me sentindo sozinha, sozinha demais...&lt;br /&gt;E pior, no meio de tanta gente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que choque que é estar de volta...&lt;br /&gt;A readaptação tem sido complicada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mega triste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-6163641445133153168?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/6163641445133153168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=6163641445133153168&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/6163641445133153168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/6163641445133153168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/08/difcil.html' title='Difícil...'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-4025113591511462712</id><published>2008-07-31T15:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T16:35:53.083-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Livre!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hoje estou me sentindo incrivelmente livre e leve, muito mais leve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acordei atrasada, tive que levantar correndo, quase caí ao levantar, já que não costumo levantar logo após acordar, mas ainda assim, hoje acordei diferente. A sensação era outra. Uma vontade desesperada de falar as verdades, de jogar aberto, em tudo o que estava ao meu alcance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acordei com uma coragem fascinante, com vontade de dizer tudo o que eu queria dizer, para as pessoas certas. E tirar muitas coisas a limpo. Esclarecer as coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Falar agora, para não me arrepender pelo resto da vida por não ter dito nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E foi isso que fiz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E fiz com gosto, viu?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Disse tudo o que eu estava sentindo, sem me preocupar com as conseqüências, na verdade, fui eu mesma, sem me preocupar se as pessoas gostariam ou me aceitariam dessa forma, ou não. Simplesmente fui eu mesma. (E por mais incrível que pareça, neste momento acabei de me lembrar da Clarice Lispector, com isso. Hahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me expressei, em palavras, que para mim é a maneira mais fácil e expus tudo o que pensava e sentia com relação aos acontecimentos, e sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Emocionalmente intensa, acredito que sou mesmo. Não sou muito expressiva, mas quando gosto, ou não, é com uma intensidade imensa. De uma maneira que não posso conter... Quando eu sinto, é pra valer mesmo! Porque eu acredito que se é pra sentir, vamos sentir de verdade mesmo, que valha a pena, que seja com gosto, com vontade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E vou repetir aqui o meu status do talk hoje: "Desencanei. Eu quero é mais... Tô nem aí... Já liguei o botãozinho.".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS9RXP_ENbg/SJITrOGy6qI/AAAAAAAAAko/X-nMUwqKvmw/s320/tecla.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229263750572468898" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É assim que me sinto hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Imensamente livre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Incrivelmente leve, após ter falado tudo o que eu queria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E se por acaso eu ficar sem emprego (sim, essa é uma das coisas), o máximo que vai acontecer é o seguinte: terei 1 mês de férias, vou viajar pelo menos uma semana, vou desencanar total e na volta, penso nisso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E se nada disso der certo, viro hippie... Hahahahaha! E vou andar pelo mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alguém mais tá afim?!?  ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E sim, hoje eu estou meio louca, mais do que de costume, incrivelmente mais leve e apesar de tudo, mais feliz. Certamente mais aliviada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-4025113591511462712?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/4025113591511462712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=4025113591511462712&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/4025113591511462712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/4025113591511462712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/07/livre.html' title='Livre!'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS9RXP_ENbg/SJITrOGy6qI/AAAAAAAAAko/X-nMUwqKvmw/s72-c/tecla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-2719931632112581117</id><published>2008-07-27T15:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T16:00:51.061-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem rumo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A vida nos coloca em cada situação que nos deixa completamente perdidos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E parece que estou sendo testada, o tempo todo, um teste atrás do outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E quando penso: "Pronto, tudo certo, agora vai ficar tudo bem!", acontece mais alguma coisa que me faz perder o chão novamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pô, ainda não cansou disso não? Tem mesmo que ser assim???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E por quê??? Por quê???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E por algum acaso adianta perguntar isso para a vida? Adianta tentar descobrir os motivos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não, acho que não mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas também não consigo abaixar a cabeça e pensar: "Tudo bem, lá vamos nós de novo!", e seguir em frente sem ao menos entender os motivos. Fico brava, inconformada, triste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tá certo, viver não vem com manual de instruções, afinal, existe o livre arbítrio, aliás, temos milhões de escolhas (e obrigada Ellen por me lembrar que elas existem!), mas tem que ser tão difícil assim, sempre???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Será que o problema é comigo? Será que sou eu quem complica tudo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não sei, não tenho essa resposta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh, God!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O que eu faço agora???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Preciso de uma luz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-2719931632112581117?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/2719931632112581117/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=2719931632112581117&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/2719931632112581117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/2719931632112581117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/07/sem-rumo.html' title='Sem rumo...'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-5828079875838759315</id><published>2008-07-12T20:42:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:56:24.404-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu quero menos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Este é um comercial da Havaianas que eu adoro!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(E sim, também adoro os chinelos Havaianas!)&lt;br /&gt;Então, aí vai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Eu quero menos...&lt;br /&gt;Menos roupa...&lt;br /&gt;Menos cabeça quente...&lt;br /&gt;Menos falta de tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Menos resolver tudo por e-mail...&lt;br /&gt;Menos distância...&lt;br /&gt;Ah, eu quero menos pra mim...&lt;br /&gt;E quer saber?&lt;br /&gt;Eu desejo o mesmo pra você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z6BlRBlK8oI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z6BlRBlK8oI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/07/eu-quero-menos.html' title='Eu quero menos...'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-2913706658897861337</id><published>2008-07-02T22:46:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:59:15.425-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TPM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gente, tem coisa pior que TPM???&lt;br /&gt;Credo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há alguns dias ando meio estranha...&lt;br /&gt;Mas essa semana, especificamente, terrível...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segunda, parece que deu tudo errado. Foi terrível... Ainda bem que um amigo salvou o dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem trabalhei igual uma doida... Não tive tempo nem para beber água... Estava mega cansada, mas jantei num restaurante mexicano muito legal, chamado Cien Fuegos. Gostei muito!!! Ambiente legal e comida gostosa! Dica aprovadíssima!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje já cheguei emocionalmente estressada. Estava trabalhando quase chorando, terrível... Ainda bem que os meninos conversaram comigo, me distraíram, me fizeram rir. E as coisas ficaram mais leves novamente.&lt;br /&gt;Agora a noite jantei com uma amiga no Piola! Excelente! Tão bom quanto o de São Paulo e lindinho! Ah, e tem música. Batemos papo até... Excelente!!! Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;Estava precisando sair com uma amiga pra bater papo mesmo, fazia muito tempo que não tinha isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigas e amigos queridos... Sinto tanta falta de vcs... Quanta saudade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero por dias melhores!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-2913706658897861337?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/2913706658897861337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=2913706658897861337&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/2913706658897861337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/2913706658897861337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/07/tpm.html' title='TPM'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-7268773367744782375</id><published>2008-07-01T22:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:59:41.206-03:00</updated><title type='text'>100-SA-CIO-NAL! (Julho)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E agora, para finalizar a listinha de 100 idéias legais da Bons Fluidos de Agosto/2007, edição nº 100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;091 - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ADOTAR UMA CANECA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Copos de plástico gastam energia para serem produzidos e demoram anos para decompor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; É uma idéia muito bacana, mas trabalhando tão longe de casa fica mais difícil.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;092 - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;VIVA A ECOBAG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Levar sua própria sacola de compras ao supermercado é moderno. Em São Paulo, os saquinhos plásticos ocupam 20% do volume de um lixão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Times; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Eu já tenho uma!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;093 - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;CAFÉ FEITO NA HORA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; é sempre uma boa idéia. Ainda mais se acompanhado de petit fours e uma louça bonita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Times; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Apesar de não gostar de café, adoro o aroma delicioso dele!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;094 - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;RECICLAR SEU LIXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Times; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Lá em casa fazemos a coleta seletiva.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;095 - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ALONGAR-SE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Times; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Melhora a disposição, mas lembre-se: os músculos devem estar quentes.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;096 - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;CONSUMIR UMA CASTANHA-DO-PARÁ POR DIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Porque protege contra o envelhecimento precoce e as doenças cardíacas e equilibra o hormônio tireoidiano. Resultado: você ganha disposição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;097 - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;DIZER "EU TE AMO".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Times; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Tem coisa mais gostosa que ouvir um "Eu te amo"?!? Não, não tem não...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;098 - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ORIGAMIS, BORDADOS, TRICÔS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Fazer um trabalho manual é como terapia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Times; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Delícia!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;099 - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;BRINCAR COM AS CRIANÇAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Essa alegria amolece até o coração mais duro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Times; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Amo!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100 - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;POR FIM, NADA DE RADICALISMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; O importante é ter consciência das coisas que se faz para você mesmo, para os outros e para o planeta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Qualquer extremo é ruim... Logo, relax... Enjoy life!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-7268773367744782375?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/7268773367744782375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=7268773367744782375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/7268773367744782375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/7268773367744782375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/07/100-sa-cio-nal-julho.html' title='100-SA-CIO-NAL! (Julho)'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-6815748266320861416</id><published>2008-06-27T13:38:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T13:42:49.335-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E chove, chove, chove...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gente, começou a época de chuva... E como chove nesse lugar... Meu-Deus-do-céu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O frio me dá um desânimo danado, mas e chuva?!? Não dá nem para sair direito com chuva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E os lugares que alagam?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E o escoamento de Salvador é uma droga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Engenharia de tráfego??? Acho que isso não existe aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh, God...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nota:&lt;/span&gt; Lembrar de trazer um guarda-chuva na próxima semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-6815748266320861416?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/6815748266320861416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=6815748266320861416&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/6815748266320861416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/6815748266320861416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/06/e-chove-chove-chove.html' title='E chove, chove, chove...'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-500523799964025219</id><published>2008-06-20T13:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T13:33:41.465-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Cuid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ado ao sair para dançar e beber quando está  com o humor alterado e hormônios em polvorosa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Você pode perder a medida e tomar coragem para coisas inacreditáveis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Lembre-se que pode haver conseqüências.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-500523799964025219?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/500523799964025219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=500523799964025219&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/500523799964025219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/500523799964025219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/06/attention.html' title='Attention!'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-8309566716071383855</id><published>2008-06-13T22:18:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T00:25:09.358-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mulher de Gêmeos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mesmo que pensem conhecer esta mulher a fundo, as opiniões dos amigos e parentes nunca serão parecidas. A geminiana equivale a várias mulheres, todas diferentes, que variam conforme seu estado de espírito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quem conhece uma mulher de gêmeos sabe que é muito difícil ver a mesma pessoa por muito tempo. Suas fotos nunca parecem ser da mesma pessoa e suas mudanças de comportamento deixam qualquer um sem saber se acabam de conhecer uma nova mulher ou se ainda está falando com uma velha amiga! Sim, o signo de Gêmeos é o signo da mutação, de todos aqueles que gostam de mudar, experimentar e ultrapassar horizontes. Se existe algo que pode matar esta mulher é a monotonia. Como um camaleão ela vai assumindo várias formas, encantando e intrigando os homens. Ao contrário do que possa parecer, seu jeito misterioso consegue agradar a muitos homens que acabam ficando apaixonados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A mulher de gêmeos não muda de personalidade. Ela apenas mostra todas as mulheres que vivem dentro dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Às vezes ela pode ser tão volúvel e imprevisível, que se deixará encantar pelo sorriso ou pelo olhar de uma nova paixão para, logo depois, começar a criticá-lo com a mesma intensidade. Então, o homem que antes era maravilhoso, vai se tornar tão cheio de defeitos que ela se perguntará como foi capaz de se apaixonar por alguém assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esta capacidade que ela tem para se apaixonar e se desiludir logo em seguida pode partir muitos corações até que tenha certeza de que realmente acabou de conhecer o homem de sua vida. Bem, para falar a verdade, é ele que vai ter que convencê-la de que é o homem de sua vida! Se deixar para ela a tarefa de analisá-lo, pode ter uma tremenda decepção! E a melhor maneira de conquistá-la é sendo sempre a mesma pessoa. Ela aprecia mudanças em sua vida, na sua personalidade e adora experimentar novas sensações. Mas quer um homem bem previsível ao seu lado. Previsível, mas nunca passivo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seu temperamento faz com que aceite as mudanças com mais facilidade que as outras mulheres, desde que não esteja relacionado com o comportamento de seu parceiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para ela é difícil entregar-se a uma pessoa sem enfrentar suas dúvidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sabem aqueles desenhos onde alguém é atormentado por um anjinho e um diabinho que ficam dando opiniões sobre o que é melhor fazer? Pois é mais ou menos assim que funciona a mente desta mulher. Sua dualidade sempre estará analisando os prós e contras de todos os relacionamentos. Aquele homem carinhoso e romântico será capaz de ganhar o suficiente para sustentar a casa? E aquele homem que ganha dinheiro como ninguém, não será um tanto frio para confortar seu coração quando estiver carente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tirando o amor e o romance que costumam atormentá-la com a idéia de perder sua liberdade, nas outras coisas ela é bem direta e não costuma fazer rodeios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas não se preocupe, ela vai acabar fazendo sempre a melhor escolha do momento.Se algum dia ela descobrir que a melhor escolha que fez acabou se tornando um pesadelo, não pensará duas vezes em largar tudo para recomeçar do zero! A mulher de gêmeos não se prende muito aos seus erros se descobrir que fez uma escolha errada! Ela vai aprender com a experiência e dificilmente vai repetir os mesmos erros!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Normalmente ela é uma companheira animada, agradável e alegre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tirando suas fases azedas que fazem com que fique insuportável com seu cinismo e língua afiada, seu outro lado romântico e aventureiro faz com que tenhamos a sensação de que estamos diante de uma grande amiga ao invés de uma namorada. Ela acompanhará o namorado em tudo que fizer, desde uma escalada em uma montanha até uma aventura na África! Para ela não existe esta coisa de separar as atividades entre feminina e masculina, quando esta apaixonada. Para onde ele for, ela estará ao seu lado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A geminiana pode estar apaixonada, mas dificilmente deixará de achar outros homens atraentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Também costuma ser muito criativa quando o assunto é amor. Curiosa e com uma imaginação fértil, ela é ótima para apimentar relacionamentos. Sua imaginação se revelará quando sua curiosidade for excitada por uma nova descoberta. Para ela não basta ouvir palavras carinhosas e juras de amor. O verdadeiro amante deve agradar seus ouvidos com palavras dóceis, mas não pode se esquecer de surpreendê-la na hora do sexo! Lembrem-se que ela detesta monotonia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A geminiana costuma associar sexo com amor como ninguém. Sua mente não consegue entender como alguém pode amá-la sem fazer com que suba pelas paredes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ela jamais tomará um ônibus se pode ir de avião. Jamais ficará calada se puder falar. E jamais andará quando puder correr. Por isso nunca vai se contentar com o mínimo em um relacionamento quando pode ter muito mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apesar de muitas vezes parecer fria e distante, ela deseja ser amada e mimada. Mostre que sempre estará ao seu lado, apesar de suas crises de mau-humor, e terá uma mulher que se entregará por inteira. Aliás, o melhor remédio contra o mau-humor da geminiana é sempre demonstrar amor! Não há chatice que dure muito tempo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;{ &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;PS: Hahaha! Recebi via e-mail e achei o máximo!!!&lt;/span&gt; }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-8309566716071383855?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/8309566716071383855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=8309566716071383855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/8309566716071383855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/8309566716071383855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/06/mulher-de-gmeos.html' title='A Mulher de Gêmeos'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-1581962214783365004</id><published>2008-06-04T23:34:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T22:51:09.021-03:00</updated><title type='text'>100-SA-CIO-NAL! (Junho)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E já estamos no meio do ano...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vamos à listinha da Bons Fluidos de Agosto/2007, edição nº 100.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;081 - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;DAR PASSAGEM NO TRÂNSITO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; é sempre uma forma de exercitar a gentileza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"&gt;(&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Com mais gentileza, o mundo pode ser uma lugar mais gostoso para viver!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;082 - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;USAR LÂMPADAS FLUORESCENTES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Elas usam 65% menos energia que as regulares e duram até dez vezes mais. Valem o investimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;(&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Pensem no planeta!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;083 - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;CONVERTER UMA HORA DE ESPERA EM MOMENTO DE ATIVIDADE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Se tem que esperar o resultado de um exame, a filha sair da aula de tênis etc, ande.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;084 - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;APRENDER A TOCAR UM INSTRUMENTO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Quem disse que já passou da hora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-size:85%;" &gt;(&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Quem sabe, né?!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;085 - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;DAR CONFORTO PARA SEUS PÉS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;(&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Hmmm... Delícia!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;086 - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;COMPRAR ALIMENTOS IN NATURA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; O processo de industrialização exige muita água, energia e transporte. Os itens são levados do campo até centrais de abastecimento e de lá até as fábricas. Depois até as lojas e, por fim, transportados até a casa do consumidor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;(&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Para uma vida mais saudável!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;087 - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;SORRIR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; No livro Sun Tzu para o Sucesso, o consultor americano Gerald Michaelson diz: "Sorria, seja prestativo e bem-humorado. Se conseguirmos nos tornar um ouvinte que melhora a auto-estima dos outros, as pessoas vão naturalmente nos procurar e depositarão confiança em nós".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-size:85%;" &gt;(&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Sorrir faz bem pra alma!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;088 - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;ANDAR POR AÍ FOTOGRAFANDO TUUUUUUDO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Isso ajuda a perceber outros ângulos e novas formas de olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-size:85%;" &gt;(&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Gostei dessa sugestão!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;089 - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;LIGAR O SOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e ouvir os sucessos que marcaram sua vida. Quem sabe você até descobre sua própria trilha sonora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Músicas... Muito bom, né?!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;090 - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;DESLIGAR O DESPERTADOR E DORMIR À VONTADE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Meu sonho! Hahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-1581962214783365004?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/1581962214783365004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=1581962214783365004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/1581962214783365004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/1581962214783365004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/06/100-sa-cio-nal-junho.html' title='100-SA-CIO-NAL! (Junho)'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-8191035213974385176</id><published>2008-05-15T11:05:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T11:14:36.484-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Solidão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sentir-se sozinho no meio de tanta gente é muito ruim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pela primeira vez, nestas 7 semanas, eu senti solidão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E não gostei... E doeu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E junto com a solidão, veio a carência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uma vontade de realmente ter para onde voltar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De ter alguém esperando por mim, sentindo minha falta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas isso passa. Tudo isso passa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como sempre tem acontecido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-8191035213974385176?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/8191035213974385176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=8191035213974385176&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/8191035213974385176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/8191035213974385176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/05/solido.html' title='Solidão...'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-9140061208128243412</id><published>2008-05-05T22:06:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:29:52.573-03:00</updated><title type='text'>100-SA-CIO-NAL! (Maio)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Continuando a listinha da Bons Fluidos de Agosto/2007, edição nº 100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;070 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;VALORIZAR A DIVERSIDADE HUMANA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Lembre que respeitar não implica concordar. Compreenda que as outras pessoas também querem ser felizes a sua própria maneira. Manifeste seu afeto e respeite suas necessidades, orienta Jorge Mello, do Instituto Brasil Simples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Respeito! E viva as diferenças!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;071 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CEDER A UM DESEJO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mesmo que seja comprar a bolsa que há algum tempo você vem namorando na vitrine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; É legal fazer isso de vez em quando, cuidado e não faça disso um hábito. O bolso agradece. Hehehe!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;072 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PEDIR DESCULPAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Se errou, nada mais justo do que edir desculpas e ajudar a resolver.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;073 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;TOMAR UMA SOPA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; com os amigos e jogar muita conversa fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Bom, hein?!? Um papinho é sempre bom!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;074 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PRATICAR A COMPETIÇÃO SAUDÁVEL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Observar o sucesso do outro pode nos dar pistas do que falta em nós e, dessa maneira, contribuir bastante para o crescimento pessoal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Aprenda, sempre!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;075 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RECEBER UMA MASSAGEM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Delícia!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;076 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DOAR O QUE A GENTE NÃO QUER MAIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "É preciso começar a trilhar o caminho inverso de um dos pilares do consumo desnecessário: o descarte de produtos", diz Mattar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Faz quem recebe feliz e nos faz sentir uma grande alívio, movimenta a vida!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;077 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;IR À FEIRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e perceber as diferentes cores e aromas dos alimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Isso me lembra a infância! Hahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;078 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CANTAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; para espantar todos os males.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Faz um bem... Se dançar junto então... Ai, ai...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;079 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ECONOMIZAR PAPEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é muito fácil. Evite imprimir arquivos desnecessários e use os dois lados da folha. Além de evitar a emissão de resíduos e a derrubada de árvores, essa atitude economiza água. Para produzir 1 kg de papel, são necessários 540 litros do líquido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Vamos lá minha gente! O meio ambiente agradece!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;080 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;VESTIR-SE COM UMA COR ALEGRE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Torna o dia mais alegre!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-9140061208128243412?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/9140061208128243412/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=9140061208128243412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/9140061208128243412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/9140061208128243412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/05/100-sa-cio-nal-maio.html' title='100-SA-CIO-NAL! (Maio)'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-4513300051110094698</id><published>2008-04-28T18:17:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T17:07:42.521-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bem viver...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Recebi esta mensagem da querida e especialíssima &lt;strong&gt;Marlei Caroli&lt;/strong&gt;, minha primeira professora de yoga, a quem só tenho a agradecer, desde o primeiro momento, até hoje!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aprenda a observar caramujos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Plante jardins impossíveis.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Convide alguém perigoso para um chá.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Escreva em pequenos post its "SIM", e cole todos pela casa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Faça amigos com liberdade, sem desconfiança.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Olhe com esperança para seus sonhos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chore durante os filmes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Num balanço à luz da lua, balance o mais alto que você puder.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cultive o humor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Recuse- se a ser "o responsável".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Faça por amor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tire várias sonecas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Desprenda-se do dinheiro.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Faça isso agora.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O dinheiro virá naturalmente.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Acredite em magia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dê muita risada.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Celebre todo momento glorioso.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tome banhos de lua.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tenha criações selvagens, sonhos transformadores e perfeita calma.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Desenhe nos muros, nas paredes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Leia todo dia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Imagine-se uma pessoa mágica.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Brinque com crianças.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Escute as pessoas mais velhas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Esteja aberto.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mergulhe fundo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Seja livre.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Abençoe-se.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Deixe os medos de lado.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Divirta-se com tudo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Entretenha sua criança interior.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Você é inocente.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Construa um forte com lençóis.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Molhe-se.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Abrace árvores.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Escreva cartas de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-4513300051110094698?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/4513300051110094698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=4513300051110094698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/4513300051110094698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/4513300051110094698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/04/bem-viver.html' title='Bem viver...'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-309925298906774472</id><published>2008-04-23T18:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T18:55:49.658-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Thá</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pessoas queridas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como vocês podem notar, eu raramente cito nomes no meu blog, me refiro a vocês de uma forma que cada um sabe quando os cito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por que eu faço isso? Sei lá, porque não sei se vocês gostariam de ter seus nomes citados aqui, e pensei: "Ah, desde que comecei a escrever no meu blog eu faço isso. Por que agora seria diferente?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De repente, meu veio outro pensamento: "PQP, se eu não puder mudar a forma de escrever no MEU próprio blog, como é que poderei mudar qq p... na minha vida?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;(OBS.: No post anterior só coloquei os nomes depois de escrever esse... Hehehe!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Então aí vai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Este é um post para a Thá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thá, eu estava neste momento (&lt;em&gt;19/Abril/2008, sábado - 12h15&lt;/em&gt;) lendo seu blog (&lt;em&gt;pelo meu celular, já que estou numa pousada aqui em Salvador onde não tenho acesso à internet e como estou esperando minha irmã chegar para sair, resolvi ler os blogs, porque sempre arranjo um jeito de ler os blogs que adoro&lt;/em&gt;) e quero dizer que SOU SUA FÃ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Meu, Thá, você não existe! Eu AMO a forma como vc acredita e luta pelas coisas nas quais acredita. Eu adoro a sua maneira: "se vc gostou do que eu disse, ótimo, senão, f..."! A-D-O-R-O!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sempre que eu acredito numa coisa, eu faço minha parte, é o meu jeito de colaborar, de melhorar o mundo. Pode ser pouco, mas já fico feliz de saber que estou fazendo algo, que estou fazendo alguma diferença pro mundo e pro futuro, meu e das gerações seguintes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lá em casa consegui até convencer meus pais a fazerem a coleta seletiva! Achei que isso nunca aconteceria lá em casa, mas eles realmente acreditaram no que eu disse e concordaram e fizeram as mudanças junto comigo! E eu achei que eles também são sensacionais por fazerem isso, porque também acreditaram que isso torna o mundo melhor. E daí que isso é pouco? Estou fazendo alguma coisa para melhorar, estou fazendo algo pelo mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E Thá, você acredita e faz acontecer também! E a maneira que vc educa as crianças? Quer coisa mais sensacional?!? Vc é uma MÃE fantástica!!! Vc é mega-consciente! Uma mãe mega-bacana, que quando tem que dar bronca, dá; que quando é pra deixar brincar, deixa; que quando tem alguma briga entre eles, os deixa resolver, porque acredita que eles vão saber se virar, vão aprender!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu te admiro demais! Como MÃE, MULHER, AMIGA, PESSOA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;THÁ, VC É DEMAIS!!! SOU SUA FÃ!!!  ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-309925298906774472?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/309925298906774472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=309925298906774472&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/309925298906774472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/309925298906774472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/04/th.html' title='Thá'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-8937101198596954880</id><published>2008-04-22T14:46:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T15:06:31.249-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Boêmia - Semana Passada (14 a 18/Abril/2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pessoas queridas... Nunca, em toda a minha vida, fui tão boêmia como nesta semana. Hahaha! Impressionante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desde segunda-feira não teve um só dia em que eu fui dormir antes da 2h da manhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu me senti bastante cansada, mas devo dizer que adorei! Dias, aliás, noites excelentes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Segunda-feira&lt;/em&gt; já fui jantar fora com um pessoal bacana que trabalho (&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Yumi, Titus, Fábio, André, Michele, Dennis, Cristiano e Carol&lt;/span&gt;), comemos no Frango do Moura. Comida gostosa, companhia agradável! Excelente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terça-feira&lt;/em&gt; fomos ao Pelourinho. Outra turma (&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Michele, Dennis, Michel, Cleiton e Ivan&lt;/span&gt;), todos bacanas também! Devo dizer que me surpreendi. Todos que já haviam ido disseram horrores de lá, nem estava com vontade de ir. No final das contas, foi super divertido, sem os transtornos previstos (gente pedindo, vendedores chatos e insisitentes, lugar fedido). Ao contrário, tinha música, cor, luz! Lá sim parecia a Bahia. Só ao chegar lá eu me senti verdadeiramente na Bahia! Até então, nem parecia que eu estava em Salvador. Passeamos, jantamos no Dona Chica-ca (comida típica e primeira caipirinha free), depois do jantar ainda fomos atrás do bloco (Meninos do Pelô)! Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quarta-feira&lt;/em&gt;, "Poker's day", hahaha! Divertidíssimo, como sempre! Galera mega-bacana (&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Christian, Guy, Nana, Mirley e outras pessoas foram passando&lt;/span&gt;), foram eles (&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Equipe de Basis + Guy + Fábio Duque&lt;/span&gt;) que me enturmaram na primeira semana! Adoro!!! (Ah, eles que me ensinaram a jogar também, na minha primeira semana de projeto!) Jogamos das 20 às 2h da manhã, "regados" a cerveja (Precisava mesmo comprar tudo aquilo?!?)! É impressionante como o tempo voa quando nos divertimos! Hahaha! Com essa galera, o jogo, o papo e as risadas são garantidíssimos!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quinta-feira&lt;/em&gt;, jantar no Salvador Shopping, Subway, depois sorvete de Umbú e comprinhas no mercado (água e porcarias para comer). Sempre em galera, hahaha! (&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Marcos Fábio, Collela, Michel, Cleiton, Ivan, Leonardo, Arilan, Hélio, Zaccariah&lt;/span&gt;). Depois, arrumar as malas, enquanto batia papo pela net.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sexta-feira&lt;/em&gt;, dormi, já na pousada da Barra, porque afinal de contas, ninguém é de ferro, eu precisava desesperadamente dormir. Hahaha! Mas o almoço foi só de mulheres (&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Mi e Mix&lt;/span&gt;). Shopping, salão de beleza e comer porcaria do Mc Donalds, no táxi, de volta para a empresa. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saldo da semana: &lt;strong&gt;TUDO VALEU A PENA!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-8937101198596954880?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/8937101198596954880/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=8937101198596954880&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/8937101198596954880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/8937101198596954880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/04/bomia-semana-passada-14-18abril2008.html' title='Boêmia - Semana Passada (14 a 18/Abril/2008)'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-1630921838232481030</id><published>2008-04-15T17:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T17:59:47.859-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tathi @ Salvador - BA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Meus queridos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Segue aqui um breve relato destes últimos dias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Bom, vim para Salvador "no susto", numa sexta-feira comum, meio da tarde, soube que viria na segunda-feira seguinte, pela manhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Foi uma correria, mal deu tempo para me sentir tensa, e tinha conversado sobre isso na terapia, o que me ajudou muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Na primeira semana, tudo muito novo. Até demais... Hehehe! Projeto novo, coisas novas para aprender (muitas coisas), pessoas novas para conhecer (muita gente). A semana foi boa, exaustiva e de repente, já tinha acabado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  O final de semana, não poderia ter sido melhor! Reencontrar amigos-queridos-tão-especiais, no aniversário do Juca, rever as crianças-queridas-que-amo-demais. Vocês não tem idéia do quanto aquele domingo me fez bem e feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  A segunda semana foi também bastante corrida e cansativa. Fiz mais amizades. Aprendi mais outras coisas no projeto e mais uma vez a semana acabou. Dessa vez, sem atraso de mais de 1h no vôo de volta para casa. Ufa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  O final de semana? Maravilhoso! Inesquecível! Lembranças gostosas pra toda vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Esta é a minha terceira semana aqui, também corrida, essa vida de viajar assim cansa demais. Demais mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Ter sua vida cotidiana reduzida a finais de semana é uma loucura. Tenho que correr para fazer tudo, impressionante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Nos finais de semana, me canso ainda mais que durante a semana, mas todos eles têm valido muito a pena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Se tudo der certo, hoje vou conhecer o Pelourinho, que todos que já foram falam mal, mas que dizem que todo mundo que vem pra cá precisa, ao menos, conhecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Bom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  POST NOVO = NOVIDADES + TEMPO PARA ESCREVER + DISPOSIÇÃO PARA TAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Vamos ver quando vem...  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Beijos a todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-1630921838232481030?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/1630921838232481030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=1630921838232481030&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/1630921838232481030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/1630921838232481030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/04/tathi-salvador-ba.html' title='Tathi @ Salvador - BA'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-7172672153247254859</id><published>2008-04-15T14:26:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T16:49:40.566-03:00</updated><title type='text'>100-SA-CIO-NAL! (Abril)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Da Bons Fluidos de Agosto/2007, edição nº 100, vamos ao mês de Abril!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;060 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;COLOCAR-SE NO LUGAR DO OUTRO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "Nas comunidades da floresta há um grande senso de solidariedade e construção conjunta. Cada indivíduo se sente como parte do todo. Isso não só traz uma sensação de compartilhamento nos desafios da vida, pertencimento e reconhecimento de cada um com seus semelhantes, mas também um grande senso de responsabilidade individual em relação ao coletivo." O trecho é do livro &lt;em&gt;A Vida que a Gente Quer Depende do Que a Gente Faz&lt;/em&gt;, idealizado pelo Instituto Ecofuturo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Essencial para viver bem!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;061 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EXPERIMENTAR UM NOVO SABOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hmmm... Estando na Bahia, difícil é não experimentar um novo sabor.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;062 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;USAR UM ACESSÓRIO QUE FOI DA SUA AVÓ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e lembrar dela o dia todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;063 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CALIBRAR OS PNEUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ok, muita gente já faz isso para poupar combustível. Vale saber que um carro 1.0 que anda 1,5 mil km por mês emitirá, a cada ano, 162 kg de CO2 a mais que o mesmo carro com pneus calibrados. Então, não se esqueça disso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Procuro calibrar os pneus do meu carro 1 vez por semana.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;064 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FAZER&lt;/span&gt; UM CHECK-UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;065 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;REUTILIZAR A ÁGUA DA MÁQUINA DE LAVAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Reserve a água do enxágüe para limpar a garagem ou o quintal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Em casa fazemos isso!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;066 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DOIS EM UM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;é quando a gente dá um presente e ainda valoriza o trabalho artesanal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Adoro!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;067 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PREFERIR EMBALAGENS RETORNÁVEIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; quando comprar bebidas e refrigerantes. Isso reduz a quantidade de lixo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Olha a responsabilidade social, minha gente!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;068 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MENTALIZAR SEMPRE O MELHOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Bom demais!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;069 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FUGIR DA CIDADE E PASSAR UM DIA NA PRAIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ou fugir da praia e passar um dia na cidade. O que vale é quebrar a rotina, fazer coisas novas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Estando aqui na Bahia, essa proposta é ainda mais tentadora, pois a praia é mais próxima... Ai, ai... Hihihi!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-7172672153247254859?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/7172672153247254859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=7172672153247254859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/7172672153247254859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/7172672153247254859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/04/100-sa-cio-nal-abril.html' title='100-SA-CIO-NAL! (Abril)'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-8447618949432889770</id><published>2008-03-22T02:11:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T02:40:32.322-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Recesso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pessoas queridas, ando desaparecida, mas estou bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por favor, não pensem que é algo pessoal. Não é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sei que ando uma amiga super desnaturada. Não tenho ligado, enviado e-mails, recados no orkut, comentários nos blogs, nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ainda não sei bem o que anda acontecendo, mas preciso desse tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tenho tantas coisas para colocar em ordem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Minha vida anda uma bagunça. As coisas estão fora do lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E ainda nem sei por onde começar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ando sem vontade de escrever no blog, não tenho falado muito e nem saído muito. Estou sem muitas vontades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Minha vida anda sem grandes novidades ou acontecimentos. Meio sem graça mesmo, mas... Deve ser fase. Logo o movimento volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmmm... Gosto muito de vocês. Sinto saudades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas também preciso desse tempo "só"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Que realmente deveria ser só. Acho que já teria arrumado/mudado algumas coisas.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; Nisso tudo que tenho sentido não há tristeza, não se preocupem. Só há vazio... (Que não é bom, nem ruim, simplesmente está aqui.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-8447618949432889770?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/8447618949432889770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=8447618949432889770&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/8447618949432889770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/8447618949432889770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/03/recesso.html' title='Recesso...'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-5762047217352287355</id><published>2008-03-07T14:54:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T15:33:04.605-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Contos de fadas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah, de vez em quando, eu bem que gostaria de viver um conto de fadas... E ser feliz, muito feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E ouvindo a música Bubbly, da Colbie Caillat e assistindo o clip, pensei que gostaria que ao menos por um dia fosse assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oBYfabGHTrM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oBYfabGHTrM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E nesta noite eu tive um sonho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E neste sonho, eu estava incrivelmente feliz, de um jeito que nunca me senti antes e que me fez pensar se algum dia sentirei daquela forma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nele, minha vida era simples e feliz. E eu me divertia com uma pessoa que me amava, queria estar ao meu lado e era feliz junto comigo. Incrivelmente feliz... De uma maneira tão real, tão forte que ao acordar me fez sentir de coração partido, pelo fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;(Sim, eu sei bem que o ideal é viver no mundo real, viver as coisas de verdade e continuar não acreditando em contos de fadas, já que não existem, mas tem horas que a realidade é tão sem graça, tão vazia, tão dura... E não se preocupem, é fase, logo passa, como todas as outras coisas...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-5762047217352287355?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/5762047217352287355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=5762047217352287355&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/5762047217352287355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/5762047217352287355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/03/contos-de-fadas.html' title='Contos de fadas...'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-3845274010138779543</id><published>2008-03-05T17:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T18:25:57.465-03:00</updated><title type='text'>100-SA-CIO-NAL! (Março)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Da Bons Fluidos de Agosto/2007, edição nº 100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listinha de Março!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;048 -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OLHAR PARA AS ESTRELAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Adoro olhar para as estrelas, pensar na vida e sonhar...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;049 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ECONOMIZAR ENERGIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Se não estiver usando eletrodomésticos e aparelhos eletrônicos, desligue-os da tomada: 75% da energia que os fazem funcionar é consumida enquanto eles estão plugados sem estarem em uso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Vamos lá, desliguem o que não será utilizado da tomada. Bom para o planeta e bom para o bolso!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;050 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;TELEFONAR PARA ____________.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ligue para a pessoa querida com quem você não conversa há tanto tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Falar com alguém querido é sempre bom!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;051 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HORA DO TRABALHO VOLUNTÁRIO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Ainda preciso pensar a respeito, mas sem dúvida faz bem.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;052 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ASSISTIR A UM ESPETÁCULO DE DANÇA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e se matricular numa escola depois para aprender a dançar bolero, gafieira, rock ou chachachá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Realmente é uma delícia! Ah, se eu tivesse disciplina...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;053 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CADEIRA DE BALANÇO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Para embalar nossos sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;054 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;APRENDER A SALDAR O SOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; No site &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bonsfluidos.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.bonsfluidos.com.br/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; você encontra uma seqüência completa das posturas de saudação ao Sol - do jeitinho como fazem os iogues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Surya Namaskar!!! Delícia!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;055 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;COMPRAR FLORES PARA VOCÊ MESMO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;056 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CONSERTAR OS OBJETOS QUEBRADOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; em vez de trocá-los por novos. Essa atitude vai reduzir o volume de lixo e a demanda por novas produções. Resultado: economiza energia e, conseqüentemente, diminui a emissão de gases do efeito estufa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;057 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;TER FÉ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Independentemente da crença ou do momento de vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Dica importantíssima.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;058 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CRIAR UMA HORTA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;059 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DEIXAR OS SAPATOS NA ENTRADA DE CASA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; E evitar, assim, que a sujeira da rua entre nela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Eu adoro essa idéia! Será que quando eu tiver minha casa conseguirei isso?!? Tomara! Hehehe!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-3845274010138779543?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/3845274010138779543/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=3845274010138779543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/3845274010138779543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/3845274010138779543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/03/100-sa-cio-nal-maro.html' title='100-SA-CIO-NAL! (Março)'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-351834308809940532</id><published>2008-02-27T15:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T16:11:33.135-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Anjo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aqui vai a letra de uma música linda, linda, linda, que meu amigo-especialíssimo me passou e disse que lembrou de mim quando a ouviu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Obrigada, meu querido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muito obrigada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As conversas todas tem me feito muito bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anjo&lt;/strong&gt; (by: Banda Eva e Daniela Mercury)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Composição: Leonardo Reis e Saulo Fernandes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Acredita em anjo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Pois é, sou o seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Soube que anda triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Que sente falta de alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Que não quer amar ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Por isso estou aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Vim cuidar de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Te proteger, te fazer sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Te entender, te ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;E quando tiver cansada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Cantar pra você dormir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Te colocar sobre as minhas asas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Te apresentar as estrelas do meu céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Passar em Saturno e roubar o seu mais lindo anel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Vou secar qualquer lágrima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Que ousar cair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Vou desviar todo mal do seu pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Vou estar contigo a todo momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Sem que você me veja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Vou fazer tudo que você deseja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Mas, de repente você me beija&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;O coração dispara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;E a consciência sente dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;E eu descubro que além de anjo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Eu posso ser seu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Vou secar qualquer lágrima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Que ousar cair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Vou desviar todo mal do seu pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Estar contigo a todo momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Sem que você me veja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Farei tudo, tudo, tudo que deseja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Mas, de repente você me beija&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;O coração dispara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;E a consciência sente dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;E eu descubro que além de anjo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Eu posso ser o seu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Anjo seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Seu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Todo seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Seu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MFasrcHndYk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MFasrcHndYk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-351834308809940532?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/351834308809940532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=351834308809940532&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/351834308809940532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/351834308809940532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/02/anjo.html' title='Anjo...'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-6245257087985164951</id><published>2008-02-08T15:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T15:58:44.036-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Antes eu sonhava"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje essa música ficou dançando na minha mente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Então, aí vai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sereníssima&lt;/strong&gt; (by: Legião Urbana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Composição: Dado Villa-Lobos / Renato Russo / Marcelo Bonfá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Sou um animal sentimental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Me apego facilmente ao que desperta meu desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Tente me obrigar a fazer o que não quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;E você vai logo ver o que acontece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Acho que entendo o que você quis me dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Mas existem outras coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Consegui meu equilíbrio cortejando a insanidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Tudo está perdido mas existem possibilidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Tínhamos a idéia, você mudou os planos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Tínhamos um plano, você mudou de idéia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Já passou, já passou - quem sabe outro dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Antes eu sonhava, agora já não durmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Quando foi que competimos pela primeira vez?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;O que ninguém percebe é o que todo mundo sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Não entendo terrorismo, falávamos de amizade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Não estou mais interessado no que sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Não acredito em nada além do que duvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Você espera respostas que eu não tenho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Não vou brigar por causa disso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Até penso duas vezes se você quiser ficar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Minha laranjeira verde, por que está tão prateada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Foi da lua dessa noite, do sereno da madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Tenho um sorriso bobo, parecido com soluço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Enquanto o caos segue em frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Com toda a calma do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-6245257087985164951?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/6245257087985164951/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=6245257087985164951&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/6245257087985164951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/6245257087985164951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/02/antes-eu-sonhava.html' title='&quot;Antes eu sonhava&quot;'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-1751905399428205736</id><published>2008-02-06T00:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T00:44:13.053-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabafo: "Estou cansada..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah... Deus-do-céu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estou cansada... De saco cheio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tem horas que me dá vontade de largar tudo e sumir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ir para um lugar onde (ao menos imaginariamente) eu não me preocupe com nada e seja só feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estou cansada das coisas que dão errado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estou cansada de esperar que algo de muito bom aconteça na minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estou cansada de sonhar com príncipes encantados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cansei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E estou triste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Isso também passa...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-1751905399428205736?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/1751905399428205736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=1751905399428205736&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/1751905399428205736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/1751905399428205736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/02/desabafo-estou-cansada.html' title='Desabafo: &quot;Estou cansada...&quot;'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-6983343163344472192</id><published>2008-02-05T23:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T00:26:11.977-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Retrospectiva... 24 e 26 de janeiro de 2008.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bom, fiquei um tempão sem escrever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Então só vou relembrar os bons momentos da outra semana que se passou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sobre o dia 24, dia do aniversário da queridíssima amiga, minha irmãzinha de coração, a menina-dos-cabelos-amarelos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Querida, eu te desejo tudo de melhor! E eu sei que você sabe disso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adorei ver você e sua família linda!!! Amo vocês!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Obrigada por me deixar fazer parte dessa unidade linda que vocês formam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Noite agradabilíssima!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sobre o dia 26, fomos ao sítio, para comemorar o aniversário da amiga-florzinha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Querida, você é um docinho de pessoa e desejo o melhor para você, que você seja muito feliz, sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Passei um dia muito gostoso, perto de pessoas que também gosto muito! Dei muitas risadas, bati papo com muita gente, com pessoas queridas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E no final do dia ainda vi uma pessoa que fiquei realmente feliz de ver! Bem feliz mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tudo muito bom, adorei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-6983343163344472192?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/6983343163344472192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=6983343163344472192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/6983343163344472192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/6983343163344472192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/02/retrospectiva-24-e-26-de-janeiro-de.html' title='Retrospectiva... 24 e 26 de janeiro de 2008.'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-3630504611185298579</id><published>2008-02-05T23:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T23:53:54.452-02:00</updated><title type='text'>100-SA-CIO-NAL! (Fevereiro)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Continuação da lista da Bons Fluidos de Agosto/2007, edição nº 100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;041 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DAR BOM-DIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Acreditem, pode fazer toda a diferença para quem recebe!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;042 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;REVISITAR O GUARDA-ROUPA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e combinar as roupas antigas com as mais novas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;043 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;UMA LINDA LUMINÁRIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é suficiente para deixar um cantinho da casa mais aconchegante e bonito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Adoro luminárias e adoro a possibilidade de iluminar um canto no momento que melhor convir...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;044 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OPTAR POR MADEIRA CERTIFICADA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Embora mais caros, os objetos feitos desse material têm uma produção mais responsável com respeito ao meio ambiente e as relações de trabalho justas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Vamos salvar o planeta, minha gente!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;045 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AROMATIZAR O AMBIENTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; faz bem para a alma e também deixa a casa mais bonita. Tenha sempre a mão incensos ou difusores e óleos aromáticos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Adoro incensos, principalmente se é suave e discreto. O aroma pode mudar sim o ambiente!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;046 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CONECTAR-SE COM O MUNDO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; God! Acho que já não vivo sem internet! Hahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;047 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;USAR UM COLAR LINDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e vermelho, que exale feminilidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Um detalhe pode fazer toda a diferença!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-3630504611185298579?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/3630504611185298579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=3630504611185298579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/3630504611185298579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/3630504611185298579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/02/100-sa-cio-nal-fevereiro.html' title='100-SA-CIO-NAL! (Fevereiro)'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-3469127575055311119</id><published>2008-01-21T10:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T23:41:36.614-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Final de semana off...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depois de tantos acontecimentos difíceis e da semana pesada, estava bastante cansada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Thank God!) Cansada o suficiente para me "desligar" dos últimos acontecimentos e de todo o resto e viver os momentos do final de semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fui para Araçatuba, na formatura da minha amiga! Formatura essa que eu já havia prometido ir há 6 meses atrás. Aliás, não nos víamos pessoalmente há uns 5 anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bom, meu sábado começou às 4h30 da manhã, oh yeah, it's true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fui para Osasco, pois iria de carona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E já em Osasco encontrei outra moça que não via há uns 3 anos, íamos as duas de carona, aliás, voltamos mais amigas com esta viagem, achei excelente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Detalhe, fomos de carona com o pai da nossa amiga e a namorada dele, que conhecemos no dia. Hehehe! Simpáticos, nos trataram bem!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como eu e a moça não nos víamos há 3 anos, batemos papo quase a viagem toda. (Haja garganta! E ouvidos, coitados dos nossos caronistas [será que essa palavra existe?!?].)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saímos por volta das 6h30 e chegamos lá por volta das 12h.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lá chegando, foi ótimo reencontrar nossa amiga e conhecemos a mãe dela. Também super simpática, nos recebeu muito bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Comemos (e muito bem, a mãe dela cozinha maravilhosamente bem!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Batemos muito papo (falamos um monte e ainda tem assunto...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mais tarde fomos ao salão de beleza para ficarmos lindas (ou como disse o moço(a) do salão, ainda mais lindas, hahaha!). Aliás, adorei o salão, fomos tratadas super bem, serviço e preços excelentes, saímos de lá muuuito satisfeitas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Voltamos para casa dela e lá fomos nós para a parte da maquiagem e colocar os vestidos lindos! (Sim, um dia totalmente mulher... Hahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Conhecemos o irmão dela, um amorzinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E um pouco mais tarde fomos todos à festa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A festa foi linda! O lugar, muito bonito, a decoração linda, o jantar, delicioso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E como foi animado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Foi muito legal, me diverti muito, muito mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dancei e pulei até... Enfim, uma delícia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E ainda fiz mais amizade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amiga, obrigada pelo final de semana delicioso!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Final de semana que ficará na memória!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-3469127575055311119?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/3469127575055311119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=3469127575055311119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/3469127575055311119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/3469127575055311119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/01/final-de-semana-off.html' title='Final de semana off...'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-4779767527285134775</id><published>2008-01-18T11:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T12:44:51.309-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Saldo desta semana...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enfim sexta-feira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Semana difícil, cansativa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Com alguns pontos positivos, com uma triste notícia, com cansaço extremo e com uma crise de choro que no final das contas aliviou a alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os pontos positivos? As reuniões ao longo da semana foram muito interessantes, valeu a pena participar de todas elas e aprender mais um pouquinho! É sempre bom, né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A triste notícia? O pai de duas pessoas muito queridas se foi... E tão de repente... Foi um choque, uma tragédia... E se eu senti desta forma, imagino a dor dessas pessoas queridas e de todos os familiares e amigos. Nem sei o que dizer, aliás, creio que palavras não seriam suficientes para confortá-los. De qualquer maneira, eu sinto muito, muito mesmo e desculpem-me por não conseguir me expressar melhor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O cansaço extremo? Vem da correria da semana, cheia de reuniões, acordando cedo e dormindo tarde...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A crise de choro? Bem, essa veio depois do telefonema de um amigo querido (que é o marido da minha amiga-querida-gravidinha-que-eu-amo-demais). Ele me ligou para saber como eu estava, porque ele sabia que a notícia que eu havia recebido no dia anterior também tinha me abalado. Conversamos um pouco e acho que só então realmente parei, e pensei, e senti tudo o que vinha desde a semana passada até aquele momento. Ao desligar o telefone comecei a chorar, e assim fiquei, pelo menos por uns 5 minutos... Chorando sem parar... Pela minha prima e pela família dela (principalmente as filhas e o marido). Pelo pai que se foi, pelos meninos queridos e pela família. Pela dor da perda. Pelo medo de perder pessoas queridas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saldo: semana difícil, com perdas e dores significativas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Observação final: A vida tem que seguir em frente, sempre, mesmo que não seja fácil...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-4779767527285134775?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/4779767527285134775/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=4779767527285134775&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/4779767527285134775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/4779767527285134775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/01/saldo-dessa-semana.html' title='Saldo desta semana...'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-8422245048242403348</id><published>2008-01-15T11:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T11:42:21.666-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cansada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ando cansada, bem cansada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A semana mal começou e eu já me sinto cansada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ontem, minha volta a São Paulo já foi com direito (e obrigação) a rodízio municipal de veículos e tudo o mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já comecei o dia às 5h30...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estava na Berrini, tive que ir às pressas para Alphaville e por lá fiquei trabalhando, até umas 22h...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Na volta, trânsito ainda pesado devido à chuva que caiu no fim da tarde e começo da noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Até chegar em casa, fazer todas as coisas e ir dormir, 1h da manhã...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje, já estava no escritório antes das 8h...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que sono... Que cansaço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fala sério...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ninguém merece começar a semana nesse ritmo doido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E logo mais tem uma reunião...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ô semaninha do avesso, viu?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-8422245048242403348?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/8422245048242403348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=8422245048242403348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/8422245048242403348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/8422245048242403348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/01/cansada.html' title='Cansada'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-304467099462041452</id><published>2008-01-11T09:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T09:59:56.813-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeus, prima...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Há uns 10 anos atrás eu fui ao casamento da minha prima. Foi uma graça! E eles estavam felizes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu me lembro de detalhes, de rostos, dos sorrisos, das pessoas... Eu me lembro da expressão dela e da dele, de felicidade total, de realização!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Logo depois, veio uma bonequinha, linda, linda, linda! Um doce de menina!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depois de um tempo, outra bonequinha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E o tempo foi se passando... E eles vivendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No ano passado, por volta de setembro (acho), alguns problemas de saúde e então vieram cirurgias. Cirurgias que eu achei DESNECESSÁRIAS. No total, foram cinco (ou seis?!?). A última foi no começo dessa semana... E, Deus-do-céu, quem resiste a tantas cirurgias? Tantas anestesias gerais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E ontem ela se foi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Revolta... Foi o que senti... Dor e revolta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Contra esse médicos imbecis, contra a falta de humanidade deles, de responsabilidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Revolta por não terem tentado outras formas, outras maneiras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Revolta por não pensarem em quanta vida ela teria pela frente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Revolta por não pensarem que ela tinha duas filhas lindas que precisavam dela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Revolta por não pensarem na dor do marido que sempre a amou tanto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Revolta por não pensarem no quanto ela era querida pela família e pelos amigos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E isso me fez pensar em um monte de coisas, questionar (e muito) outras tantas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(É a Dna. Morte passando bem pertinho, para lembrar-nos que é importante viver da melhor maneira possível, da maneira mais feliz e mais realizada que conseguirmos...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-304467099462041452?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/304467099462041452/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=304467099462041452&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/304467099462041452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/304467099462041452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/01/adeus-prima.html' title='Adeus, prima...'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-4849269736507429047</id><published>2008-01-09T09:39:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T09:52:12.438-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusões...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu estava maravilhosamente leve, até ontem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acontece que a vida está me colocando em cada situação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ainda nem sei o que fazer a respeito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ontem, depois da terapia, fiquei pensando muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Só para constar, eu adoro fazer terapia! Mas não é nada fácil ter que encarar nossos próprios problemas e medos sem sair correndo. Cara, tá f...!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E aqui volto ao que eu disse anteriormente, as situações em que a gente se encontra, em determinados momentos da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Momentos da vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Parece que eu estou num desencontro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Parece que minha "dança" está fora de compasso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Parece que o ritmo que está tocando é diferente do ritmo que estou dançando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E sinto que ainda não quero entrar no ritmo atual e nem o ritmo atual quer me acompanhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deus-do-céu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estou confusa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-4849269736507429047?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/4849269736507429047/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=4849269736507429047&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/4849269736507429047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/4849269736507429047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/01/confuses.html' title='Confusões...'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-4481213030296868144</id><published>2008-01-07T09:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T11:35:57.214-02:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S. I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS9RXP_ENbg/R4IRJy28grI/AAAAAAAAAhk/X7_wMcSLscU/s1600-h/PS+I+Love+You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152699783633994418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS9RXP_ENbg/R4IRJy28grI/AAAAAAAAAhk/X7_wMcSLscU/s400/PS+I+Love+You.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ontem assisti este filme. E achei lindo, lindo, lindo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De uma sensibilidade imensa, fala sobre o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É divertido, comovente, doce, marcante, mostra um amor lindo e imenso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E é de uma beleza tão grande que nem consigo me expressar para descrevê-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando chegar em DVD quero o meu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;MARAVILHOSO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu recomendo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://psiloveyoumovie.warnerbros.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://psiloveyoumovie.warnerbros.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-4481213030296868144?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/4481213030296868144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=4481213030296868144&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/4481213030296868144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/4481213030296868144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/01/ps-eu-te-amo.html' title='P.S. I Love You'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS9RXP_ENbg/R4IRJy28grI/AAAAAAAAAhk/X7_wMcSLscU/s72-c/PS+I+Love+You.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-6595899503647225797</id><published>2008-01-04T17:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T17:33:01.695-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gandhi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS9RXP_ENbg/R36Jzi28goI/AAAAAAAAAgo/n9otDi8wvw8/s1600-h/Gandhi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151706542382023298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS9RXP_ENbg/R36Jzi28goI/AAAAAAAAAgo/n9otDi8wvw8/s400/Gandhi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para começar o ano bem e consciente!  ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-6595899503647225797?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/6595899503647225797/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=6595899503647225797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/6595899503647225797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/6595899503647225797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/01/gandhi.html' title='Gandhi'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS9RXP_ENbg/R36Jzi28goI/AAAAAAAAAgo/n9otDi8wvw8/s72-c/Gandhi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-1130091366482759613</id><published>2008-01-03T09:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T11:22:20.619-02:00</updated><title type='text'>100-SA-CIO-NAL! (Janeiro)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um outro ano se inicia... 2008...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E ele será muuuuito melhor que o anterior, podem ter certeza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E dando continuidade à listinha de 100 idéias legais da Bons Fluidos de Agosto/2007, edição nº 100, vamos lá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;034 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FÉRIAS, FÉRIAS, FÉRIAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Essa idéia combina com viagem e faz bem ontem, hoje e sempre. Leve apenas o essencial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Férias sempre é tudo de bom, não é mesmo?!? Amo demais!!! Não conseguiu as tão sonhadas férias agora? Final de semana tá aí, esperando pela viagem!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;035 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PROTEGER A PELE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; com um bom filtro solar para ficar bonito e saudável por muitos anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Essencial!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;036 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;TIRAR AS FOTOS DO ARMÁRIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e passar uma tarde inteira de memórias, revendo pessoas que já se foram e dias felizes, enche o coração de alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;037 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;TEMPO LIVRE PARA A LEITURA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Amo ler livros, revistas, blogs e algumas comunidades do orkut! Para mim, ler é um dos maiores prazeres que existem!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;038 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OUVIR MÚSICA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Seria simplesmente impossível sobreviver sem ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; Música também é uma delícia! Sempre traz lembranças...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;039 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;IR MAIS LONGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Escolha um lugar novo para caminhar ou correr e aumente a distância. convide um amigo e faça o teste da conversa: se não consegue falar enquanto corre, diminua a marcha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;040 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;INCLUIR A QUINUA NO CARDÁPIO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Esse grão, de origem inca, apresenta um alto índice de proteína, cálcio, fósforo e magnésio e estimula o funcionamento do intestino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by Tathi:&lt;/span&gt; O gosto não é dos melhores, mas faz um bem...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-1130091366482759613?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/1130091366482759613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=1130091366482759613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/1130091366482759613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/1130091366482759613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2008/01/100-sa-cio-nal-janeiro.html' title='100-SA-CIO-NAL! (Janeiro)'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-5940985053533983149</id><published>2007-12-25T14:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T10:41:14.652-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Creio que seja eterno, mas são meus votos para 2008...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Victor Hugo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desejo primeiro que você ame,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E que amando, também seja amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E que se não for, seja breve em esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E que esquecendo, não guarde mágoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Desejo, pois, que não seja assim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mas se for, saiba ser sem desesperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Desejo também que tenha amigos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Que mesmo maus e inconseqüentes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sejam corajosos e fiéis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E que pelo menos num deles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Você possa confiar sem duvidar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E porque a vida é assim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Desejo ainda que você tenha inimigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nem muitos, nem poucos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mas na medida exata para que, algumas vezes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Você se interpele a respeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;De suas próprias certezas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E que entre eles, haja pelo menos um que seja justo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Para que você não se sinta demasiado seguro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Desejo depois que você seja útil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mas não insubstituível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E que nos maus momentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Quando não restar mais nada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Essa utilidade seja suficiente para manter você de pé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Desejo ainda que você seja tolerante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Não com os que erram pouco, porque isso é fácil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mas com os que erram muito e irremediavelmente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E que fazendo bom uso dessa tolerância,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Você sirva de exemplo aos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Desejo que você, sendo jovem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Não amadureça depressa demais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E que sendo maduro, não insista em rejuvenescer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E que sendo velho, não se dedique ao desespero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Porque cada idade tem o seu prazer e a sua dor e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;É preciso deixar que eles escorram por entre nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Desejo por sinal que você seja triste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Não o ano todo, mas apenas um dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mas que nesse dia descubra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Que o riso diário é bom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O riso habitual é insosso e o riso constante é insano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Desejo que você descubra ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Com o máximo de urgência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Acima e a respeito de tudo, que existem oprimidos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Injustiçados e infelizes, e que estão à sua volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Desejo ainda que você afague um gato,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Alimente um cuco e ouça o joão-de-barro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Erguer triunfante o seu canto matinal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Porque, assim, você se sentirá bem por nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Desejo também que você plante uma semente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Por mais minúscula que seja,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E acompanhe o seu crescimento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Para que você saiba de quantas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Muitas vidas é feita uma árvore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Desejo, outrossim, que você tenha dinheiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Porque é preciso ser prático.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E que pelo menos uma vez por ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Coloque um pouco dele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Na sua frente e diga 'Isso é meu',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Só para que fique bem claro quem é o dono de quem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Desejo também que nenhum de seus afetos morra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Por ele e por você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mas que se morrer, você possa chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sem se lamentar e sofrer sem se culpar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Desejo por fim que você sendo homem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tenha uma boa mulher,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E que sendo mulher,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tenha um bom homem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E que se amem hoje, amanhã e nos dias seguintes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E quando estiverem exaustos e sorridentes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ainda haja amor para recomeçar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E se tudo isso acontecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Não tenho mais nada a te desejar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-5940985053533983149?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/5940985053533983149/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=5940985053533983149&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/5940985053533983149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/5940985053533983149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2007/12/creio-que-seja-eterno-mas-so-meus-votos.html' title='Creio que seja eterno, mas são meus votos para 2008...'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-3087064621161576097</id><published>2007-12-21T17:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T18:53:00.461-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nietzsche</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS9RXP_ENbg/R3_t7i28gqI/AAAAAAAAAhc/dM69VxJbV2I/s1600-h/Nietzsche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152098105960465058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS9RXP_ENbg/R3_t7i28gqI/AAAAAAAAAhc/dM69VxJbV2I/s400/Nietzsche.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-3087064621161576097?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/3087064621161576097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=3087064621161576097&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/3087064621161576097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/3087064621161576097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2007/12/nietzsche.html' title='Nietzsche'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS9RXP_ENbg/R3_t7i28gqI/AAAAAAAAAhc/dM69VxJbV2I/s72-c/Nietzsche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-3358636336040307181</id><published>2007-12-19T15:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T15:14:42.631-02:00</updated><title type='text'>100-SA-CIO-NAL! (Dezembro)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Da Bons Fluidos de Agosto/2007, edição nº 100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E chega mais um final de ano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vamos à lista de Dezembro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;026 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;COMPRAR PELA INTERNET&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Essa é uma atitude que merece ficar. Facilita a vida, pode sair bem mais barato e você ainda economiza combustível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;027 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O QUE É BONITO MERECE SER USADO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Por que reservar um copo lindo ou de crital só para ocasiões especiais? Não, não. Todo dia você merece o melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;028 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ESCREVER UMA CARTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a quem está distante e ainda colocar no envelope uma lembrança, que pode ser uma folha do seu jardim, uma foto recente ou mesmo uma antiga de vocês juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;029 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FECHAR A TORNEIRA ENQUANTO ESCOVA OS DENTES&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Talvez isso pareça um desperdício insignificante, mas, se os moradores da Grande São Paulo adotassem a postura, todo dia seria poupada água equivalente ao que cai das cataratas do Iguaçú por nove minutos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;030 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ROUPAS À BASE DE ALGODÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - se possível orgânico. O contato é macio e sua produção causa menos impacto ao meio-ambiente do que as de náilon ou raiom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;031 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MEDITAR&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;032 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ECONOMIZAR GÁS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; O gás que alimenta 90% dos fogões do país contribui para o efeito estufa. Diminua seu consumo, deixando alimentos duros, como grãos e cereais, de molho antes do cozinhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;033 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;APRENDER A IDENTIFICAR CORRETAMENTE OS SELOS DE PROCEDIMENTO SOCIAL E AMBIENTAL DAS INDÚSTRIAS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; No portal da Associação Brasileira de Normas Técnicas (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abnt.org.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.abnt.org.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;), existe uma seção dedicada às diferentes certificações, entre elas a de gestão ambiental e responsabilidade social, com a lista de empresas certificadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-3358636336040307181?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/3358636336040307181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=3358636336040307181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/3358636336040307181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/3358636336040307181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2007/12/100-sa-cio-nal-dezembro.html' title='100-SA-CIO-NAL! (Dezembro)'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-3604678133613882759</id><published>2007-11-26T10:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T11:06:41.961-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed be!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Este foi um dos sábados mais felizes da minha vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dia 24 de novembro de 2007!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Foi a festa de casamento da minha amiga querida e especialíssima, que amo demais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu tive a honra de ser a madrinha do casamento dela e queria que tudo fosse lindo e perfeito e no que dependesse de mim, seria, afinal, era um dos dias mais especiais da vida dela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu passei o dia no salão de beleza, mas valeu a pena! O resultado? Nunca havia me sentido tão bonita quanto neste dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E nunca havia sido tão elogiada também!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A cerimônia foi uma graça!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu estava super tensa, o padrinho, irmão mais velho dela, também estava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Na hora de entrar, aquele frio na barriga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Na hora que ela entrou, emoção pura, no rosto e nos olhos de cada um lá presente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A noiva? Linda, maravilhosa, deslumbrante, transbordando felicidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O noivo? Idem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A felicidade que eu via fluindo deles era linda, impagável!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nada valia mais do que ver aquilo acontecendo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E assim foi, durante a festa toda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E sei que assim será, sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sabe aquelas pessoas que a gente olha e sabe que foram feitos um para o outro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É assim com eles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Queridos, muitas, muitas felicidades para vocês!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que o amor de vocês seja sempre muito grande e lindo, ajudando-os a viver sempre bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amo vocês! E também a pequenina que vem vindo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quanto à festa, excelente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Revi um monte de gente que adoro demais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Circulei pelo salão a festa toda, dancei um monte, ri muito, conversei com tanta gente querida, amigos e família dela, que fazem parte da minha vida, já que a amizade já tem 15 anos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E como foi bom rever todos eles e ainda conhecer outras pessoas também muito, muito especiais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Abençoado seja esse casamento e todos que lá estavam, presenciando aquele momento mágico!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah, casamento abençoado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hehehe! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-3604678133613882759?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/3604678133613882759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=3604678133613882759&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/3604678133613882759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/3604678133613882759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2007/11/blessed-be.html' title='Blessed be!'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-3607006808817214525</id><published>2007-11-21T08:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T09:10:44.319-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Discretamente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje meu coração derrama algumas lágrimas, silenciosamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E, cada vez mais, reafirmo mentalmente: "É preciso seguir em frente, sempre...".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E assim, vou seguindo. Mais uma vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E deixo aqui a minha favorita dos Beatles, pois a cada vez que a ouço, eu me permito acreditar que o mundo pode se encher de amor, tornando-se um lugar melhor e mais gostoso para se viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All You Need Is Love&lt;/strong&gt; (by: The Beatles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Composição: John Lennon &amp;amp; Paul McCartney&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;Love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;Love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can do that can't be done&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can sing that can't be sung&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can say, but you can learn how the play the game&lt;br /&gt;It's easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can make that can't be made&lt;br /&gt;No one you can save that can't be saved&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can do, but you can learn how to be you in time&lt;br /&gt;It's easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love, love&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;Love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;Love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love, love&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can know that isn't known&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can see that isn't shown&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be&lt;br /&gt;It's easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love, love&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love, love&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(She loves you yeah, yeah, yeah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-3607006808817214525?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/3607006808817214525/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=3607006808817214525&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/3607006808817214525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/3607006808817214525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2007/11/discretamente.html' title='Discretamente...'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-3704156868635910365</id><published>2007-11-13T10:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T13:14:13.148-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Não dá tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sim, eu sei que essa desculpa é velha e batida. E que afirmar que é a mais pura verdade, também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas é essa a sensação que tenho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ando correndo tanto que não tenho tempo de atualizar o meu blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E sinto falta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Além disso, estou cansada da "cara" dele, queria mudar alguma coisa nele. E o pior, sinto-me "semi-analfabeta" em questão de configurar o blog. Simplesmente não sei como faço para deixar o meu blog todo bonitinho, cheio de coisas personalizadas. O básico está feito, mas SÓ o básico, porque não sei como faço mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, God&lt;/em&gt;... Não sei nem incluir fotos nos posts! :&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Será que vocês poderiam me dar umas dicas, por favor?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muito obrigada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agora, um pouco sobre mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ando trabalhando muuuito, chego em casa super cansada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finais de semana, ou tem muita coisa para fazer ou não tem nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Minha vida anda uma bagunça! (Ah, que novidade...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aliás, nestes últimos 4 meses ou talvez um pouquinho mais, minha vida anda uma bagunça total.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A impressão que tenho é que está tudo fora do lugar, tudo de pernas para o ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tem horas que tenho vontade de sumir. Largar tudo, jogar tudo pro alto e desaparecer por uns tempos. É, algumas coisas nunca mudam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Falta equilíbrio nessa minha vida atual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ou será que falta vida nesse meu desequilibrado equilíbrio?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sei lá... Ando confusa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pessoas queridas que estão lendo, saibam que gosto muito de vocês, sinto sua falta, mas não farei nenhuma promessa de visita, de viagem, de nada... E não é por não querer vê-los não. É porque do jeito que tá tudo fora do lugar, não preciso da culpa de promessas que não serão cumpridas... Espero que entendam... Amo vocês...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acho que preciso de um tempo para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Talvez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-3704156868635910365?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/3704156868635910365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=3704156868635910365&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/3704156868635910365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/3704156868635910365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-d-tempo.html' title='Não dá tempo...'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-5859526511816844723</id><published>2007-11-10T19:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T19:43:23.754-02:00</updated><title type='text'>100-SA-CIO-NAL! (Novembro)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Da Bons Fluidos de Agosto/2007, edição nº 100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A lista de Novembro! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;016 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ANDAR DESCALÇO NA GRAMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;017 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;UM BANHO DE CHUVA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, porque lembra a infância, coisa de meninada levada da breca. E feliz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;018 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;UM SABONETE CHEIROSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, já que depois da chuva nada melhor do que um banho bem quentinho e prazeroso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;019 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CHÁ VERDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; no cardápio. De uma a três xícaras por dia auxiliam no combate ao envelhecimento precoce. E estudos indicam que esse hábito ajuda a emagrecer, a proteger o coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;020 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FAZER UMA BOA AÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ok, essa idéia tem muitas versões. Uma delas é dar início à coleta de lixo seletiva em seu prédio. No site &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cempre.org.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.cempre.org.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, há dicas para quem deseja colocar em prática a atitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;021 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ALIMENTOS ORGÂNICOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; comece com sua dieta de desintoxicação comprando ao menos um tipo de fruta e/ou verdura orgânica por semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;022 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BRINCAR COM SEU ANIMAL DE ESTIMAÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Estudos mostram que os bichos são como terapeutas, diminuindo o estresse do dia-a-dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;023 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OLHAR NO ESPELHO E OBSERVAR AS RUGAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que surgem em seu rosto como marcas da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;024 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ABRA A JANELA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; por ao menos 15 minutos todos os dias. Em locais fechados, o ar costuma ser mais poluído.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;025 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;QUE TAL UM FILME EM CASA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Tem horas que a gente só quer ficar de pernas para o ar e se deixar levar pela fantasia. Escolha o DVD de que tanto gosta e fique de bem com a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-5859526511816844723?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/5859526511816844723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=5859526511816844723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/5859526511816844723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/5859526511816844723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2007/11/100-sa-cio-nal-novembro.html' title='100-SA-CIO-NAL! (Novembro)'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-6657533465750389921</id><published>2007-10-19T12:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T13:36:29.319-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia (com uma dose de melancolia)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E nessa sexta-feira cinzenta e chuvosa, ouço "&lt;em&gt;Como Nossos Pais&lt;/em&gt;", na voz maravilhosa da saudosa Elis Regina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, quantas lembranças...&lt;br /&gt;Quantas saudades de bons momentos vividos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades da minha infância...&lt;br /&gt;De amigos que foram se perdendo no tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Das viagens em família (pro litoral, ao som de Raul Seixas!)...&lt;br /&gt;Da grande alegria com coisas simples...&lt;br /&gt;Das férias da infância (entre as cinco primas que cresceram juntas e tem tantas recordações boas para levar a vida toda!)...&lt;br /&gt;Das primeiras descobertas...&lt;br /&gt;Das primeiras paixões...&lt;br /&gt;Dos primeiros sonhos...&lt;br /&gt;Da crença de que tudo e todos eram sempre bons (e que a vida seria sempre maravilhosa!)...&lt;br /&gt;De acreditar nos contos de fadas...&lt;br /&gt;Dos primeiros amores...&lt;br /&gt;De coisas boas que já passaram...&lt;br /&gt;De pessoas que se foram...&lt;br /&gt;Da inocência perdida...&lt;br /&gt;Da crença ingênua em um mundo lindo e justo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como Nossos Pais&lt;/strong&gt; (by: Elis Regina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Composição: Belchior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero lhe falar&lt;br /&gt;Meu grande amor&lt;br /&gt;Das coisas que aprendi&lt;br /&gt;Nos discos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero lhe contar como eu vivi&lt;br /&gt;E tudo o que aconteceu comigo&lt;br /&gt;Viver é melhor que sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que o amor&lt;br /&gt;É uma coisa boa&lt;br /&gt;Mas também sei&lt;br /&gt;Que qualquer canto&lt;br /&gt;É menor do que a vida&lt;br /&gt;De qualquer pessoa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso cuidado meu bem&lt;br /&gt;Há perigo na esquina&lt;br /&gt;Eles venceram e o sinal&lt;br /&gt;Está fechado prá nós&lt;br /&gt;Que somos jovens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para abraçar seu irmão&lt;br /&gt;E beijar sua menina, na rua&lt;br /&gt;É que se fez, o seu braço&lt;br /&gt;O seu lábio e a sua voz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você me pergunta&lt;br /&gt;Pela minha paixão&lt;br /&gt;Digo que estou encantada&lt;br /&gt;Como uma nova invenção&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou ficar nesta cidade&lt;br /&gt;Não vou voltar pr'o sertão&lt;br /&gt;Pois vejo vir vindo no vento&lt;br /&gt;Cheiro da nova estação&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei de tudo na ferida viva&lt;br /&gt;Do meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já faz tempo&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi você na rua&lt;br /&gt;Cabelo ao vento&lt;br /&gt;Gente jovem reunida&lt;br /&gt;Na parede da memória&lt;br /&gt;Essa lembrança&lt;br /&gt;É o quadro que dói mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha dor é perceber&lt;br /&gt;Que apesar de termos&lt;br /&gt;Feito tudo o que fizemos&lt;br /&gt;Ainda somos os mesmos&lt;br /&gt;E vivemos&lt;br /&gt;Ainda somos os mesmos&lt;br /&gt;E vivemos&lt;br /&gt;Como os nossos pais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossos ídolos&lt;br /&gt;Ainda são os mesmos&lt;br /&gt;E as aparências&lt;br /&gt;Não enganam não&lt;br /&gt;Você diz que depois deles&lt;br /&gt;Não apareceu mais ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Você pode até dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que eu tô por fora&lt;br /&gt;Ou então&lt;br /&gt;Que eu tô inventando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas é você&lt;br /&gt;Que ama o passado&lt;br /&gt;E que não vê&lt;br /&gt;É você&lt;br /&gt;Que ama o passado&lt;br /&gt;E que não vê&lt;br /&gt;Que o novo sempre vem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Que quem me deu a idéia&lt;br /&gt;De uma nova consciência&lt;br /&gt;E juventude&lt;br /&gt;Tá em casa&lt;br /&gt;Guardado por Deus&lt;br /&gt;Contando o vil metal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha dor é perceber&lt;br /&gt;Que apesar de termos&lt;br /&gt;Feito tudo, tudo&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que fizemos&lt;br /&gt;Nós ainda somos&lt;br /&gt;Os mesmos e vivemos&lt;br /&gt;Ainda somos&lt;br /&gt;Os mesmos e vivemos&lt;br /&gt;Ainda somos&lt;br /&gt;Os mesmos e vivemos&lt;br /&gt;Como os nossos pais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-6657533465750389921?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/6657533465750389921/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=6657533465750389921&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/6657533465750389921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/6657533465750389921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2007/10/nostalgia-com-uma-dose-de-melancolia.html' title='Nostalgia (com uma dose de melancolia)...'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-6395862670782703332</id><published>2007-10-08T09:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T09:24:22.255-03:00</updated><title type='text'>100-SA-CIO-NAL! (Outubro)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Da revista Bons Fluidos de Agosto/2007, edição nº 100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A listinha do mês de Outubro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;013 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CHECAR O RÓTULO DOS COSMÉTICOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e verificar se a embalagem é biodegradável e a matéria-prima orgânica - sem pesticidas - é uma atitude nota 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;014 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FAZER UM BOLO QUENTINHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e levar para alguém que há tempos você não encontra é uma das delicadezas da amizade que nunca deveriam morrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;015 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;TELA FRIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Você sabia que desligar o monitor do computador antes de sair para almoçar economiza dez vezes mais energia do que o descanso de tela?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-6395862670782703332?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/6395862670782703332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=6395862670782703332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/6395862670782703332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/6395862670782703332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2007/10/100-sa-cio-nal-outubro.html' title='100-SA-CIO-NAL! (Outubro)'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-2902254979995838374</id><published>2007-10-03T08:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T08:34:04.605-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns, para alguém muito especial!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje, dia 03 de outubro, é um dia muito importante!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E sabem por quê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque é o aniversário de 4 aninhos da minha afilhadinha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ela é uma menina linda, esperta, meiguinha, inteligente, de sorriso difícil, mas quando resolve nos presentear com um, o ambiente se ilumina! É uma princesa! E é muito especial para mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Minha princesinha, eu desejo tudo o que há de melhor para você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que durante toda sua vida você siga seu coração e tenha sempre coragem para ser quem você é e não quem querem que você seja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que você sempre sonhe, pois são os sonhos que nos fazem seguir nossa felicidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que você sempre queira mais, respire fundo e enfrente os obstáculos, pois assim sua vida sempre te reservará surpresas gostosas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que hajam muitos sorrisos, beijos e abraços!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que você sempre esteja cercada de pessoas muito queridas e amadas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E saiba que sempre pode contar com a madrinha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu te amo muito, Mel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;FELIZ ANIVERSÁRIO, PRINCESINHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Obs.: Bhuda e Thá, obrigada pelo "presente especial" que me deram, há alguns poucos anos atrás!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-2902254979995838374?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/2902254979995838374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=2902254979995838374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/2902254979995838374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/2902254979995838374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2007/10/parabns-para-algum-muito-especial.html' title='Parabéns, para alguém muito especial!!!'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-121586599417881489</id><published>2007-09-23T19:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T21:46:12.546-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Que fiquem botões...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resíduo&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De tudo ficou um pouco&lt;br /&gt;Do meu medo. Do teu asco.&lt;br /&gt;Dos gritos gagos. Da rosa&lt;br /&gt;ficou um pouco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficou um pouco de luz&lt;br /&gt;captada no chapéu.&lt;br /&gt;Nos olhos do rufião&lt;br /&gt;de ternura ficou um pouco&lt;br /&gt;(muito pouco).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouco ficou deste pó&lt;br /&gt;de que teu branco sapato&lt;br /&gt;se cobriu. Ficaram poucas&lt;br /&gt;roupas, poucos véus rotos&lt;br /&gt;pouco, pouco, muito pouco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas de tudo fica um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;Da ponte bombardeada,&lt;br /&gt;de duas folhas de grama,&lt;br /&gt;do maço&lt;br /&gt;- vazio - de cigarros, ficou um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois de tudo fica um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;Fica um pouco de teu queixo&lt;br /&gt;no queixo de tua filha.&lt;br /&gt;De teu áspero silêncio&lt;br /&gt;um pouco ficou, um pouco&lt;br /&gt;nos muros zangados,&lt;br /&gt;nas folhas, mudas, que sobem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficou um pouco de tudo&lt;br /&gt;no pires de porcelana,&lt;br /&gt;dragão partido, flor branca,&lt;br /&gt;ficou um pouco&lt;br /&gt;de ruga na vossa testa,&lt;br /&gt;retrato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se de tudo fica um pouco,&lt;br /&gt;mas por que não ficaria&lt;br /&gt;um pouco de mim? no trem&lt;br /&gt;que leva ao norte, no barco,&lt;br /&gt;nos anúncios de jornal,&lt;br /&gt;um pouco de mim em Londres,&lt;br /&gt;um pouco de mim algures?&lt;br /&gt;na consoante?&lt;br /&gt;no poço?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco fica oscilando&lt;br /&gt;na embocadura dos rios&lt;br /&gt;e os peixes não o evitam,&lt;br /&gt;um pouco: não está nos livros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tudo fica um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;Não muito: de uma torneira&lt;br /&gt;pinga esta gota absurda,&lt;br /&gt;meio sal e meio álcool,&lt;br /&gt;salta esta perna de rã,&lt;br /&gt;este vidro de relógio&lt;br /&gt;partido em mil esperanças,&lt;br /&gt;este pescoço de cisne,&lt;br /&gt;este segredo infantil...&lt;br /&gt;De tudo ficou um pouco:&lt;br /&gt;de mim; de ti; de Abelardo.&lt;br /&gt;Cabelo na minha manga,&lt;br /&gt;de tudo ficou um pouco;&lt;br /&gt;vento nas orelhas minhas,&lt;br /&gt;simplório arroto, gemido&lt;br /&gt;de víscera inconformada,&lt;br /&gt;e minúsculos artefatos:&lt;br /&gt;campânula, alvéolo, cápsula&lt;br /&gt;de revólver... de aspirina.&lt;br /&gt;De tudo ficou um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de tudo fica um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;Oh abre os vidros de loção&lt;br /&gt;e abafa&lt;br /&gt;o insuportável mau cheiro da memória.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas de tudo, terrível, fica um pouco,&lt;br /&gt;e sob as ondas ritmadas&lt;br /&gt;e sob as nuvens e os ventos&lt;br /&gt;e sob as pontes e sob os túneis&lt;br /&gt;e sob as labaredas e sob o sarcasmo&lt;br /&gt;e sob a gosma e sob o vômito&lt;br /&gt;e sob o soluço, o cárcere, o esquecido&lt;br /&gt;e sob os espetáculos e sob a morte escarlate&lt;br /&gt;e sob as bibliotecas, os asilos, as igrejas triunfantes&lt;br /&gt;e sob tu mesmo e sob teus pés já duros&lt;br /&gt;e sob os gonzos da família e da classe,&lt;br /&gt;fica sempre um pouco de tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Às vezes um botão. Às vezes um rato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-121586599417881489?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/121586599417881489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=121586599417881489&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/121586599417881489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/121586599417881489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2007/09/que-fiquem-botes.html' title='Que fiquem botões...'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-220930762398142106</id><published>2007-09-20T20:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T19:41:07.447-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esse post é para você, meu doce menino!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E você sabe que é seu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sempre que eu ouço e sempre que eu ouvir esta música é de você que eu me lembrarei com muito amor e carinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E saiba que: "&lt;em&gt;Só enquanto eu respirar, vou me lembrar de você, só enquanto eu respirar...&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já dissemos muitas coisas um para o outro e acho que mais nada precisa ser dito aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assim encerra-se mais este ciclo das nossas vidas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E só assim um novo ciclo pode ser iniciado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Anjo Mais Velho&lt;/strong&gt; (by: O Teatro Mágico)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Composição: Fernando Anitelli&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O dia mente a cor da noite&lt;br /&gt;E o diamante a cor dos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos mentem dia e noite a dor da gente"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto houver você do outro lado&lt;br /&gt;Aqui do outro eu consigo me orientar&lt;br /&gt;A cena repete, a cena se inverte&lt;br /&gt;enchendo a minha alma d'aquilo que outrora eu deixei de acreditar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tua palavra, tua história&lt;br /&gt;tua verdade fazendo escola&lt;br /&gt;e tua ausência fazendo silêncio em todo lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;metade de mim&lt;br /&gt;agora é assim&lt;br /&gt;de um lado a poesia o verbo a saudade&lt;br /&gt;do outro a luta, a força e a coragem pra chegar no fim&lt;br /&gt;e o fim é belo incerto... depende de como você vê&lt;br /&gt;o novo, o credo, a fé que você deposita em você e só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só enquanto eu respirar&lt;br /&gt;Vou me lembrar de você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Só enquanto eu respirar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Só enquanto eu respirar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Vou me lembrar de você&lt;br /&gt;Só enquanto eu respirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Pra você:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Eu te amo pra sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Pra todos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Eu também sei que novos amores podem nascer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-220930762398142106?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/220930762398142106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=220930762398142106&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/220930762398142106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/220930762398142106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2007/09/esse-post-para-voc-meu-doce-menino.html' title='Esse post é para você, meu doce menino!'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-707624791184563192</id><published>2007-09-18T13:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T13:08:45.375-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pecados?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carne e Osso&lt;/strong&gt; (by: Zélia Duncan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Composição: Moska e Zélia Duncan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alegria do pecado&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes toma conta de mim&lt;br /&gt;E é tão bom&lt;br /&gt;Não ser divina&lt;br /&gt;Me cobrir de humanidade&lt;br /&gt;Me fascina&lt;br /&gt;E me aproxima do céu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu gosto&lt;br /&gt;De estar na Terra&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais&lt;br /&gt;Minha boca se abre&lt;br /&gt;E espera&lt;br /&gt;O direito ainda&lt;br /&gt;Que profano&lt;br /&gt;Do mundo ser&lt;br /&gt;Sempre mais humano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfeição demais&lt;br /&gt;Me agita os instintos&lt;br /&gt;Quem se diz muito perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Na certa encontrou um jeito&lt;br /&gt;Insosso!&lt;br /&gt;Pra não ser de carne e osso&lt;br /&gt;Pra não ser&lt;br /&gt;Carne e osso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alegria do pecado&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes toma conta de mim&lt;br /&gt;E é tão bom&lt;br /&gt;Não ser divina&lt;br /&gt;Me cobrir de humanidade&lt;br /&gt;Me fascina&lt;br /&gt;E me aproxima do céu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu gosto&lt;br /&gt;De estar na Terra&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais&lt;br /&gt;Minha boca se abre&lt;br /&gt;E espera&lt;br /&gt;O direito ainda&lt;br /&gt;Que profano&lt;br /&gt;Do mundo ser&lt;br /&gt;Sempre mais humano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois perfeição demais&lt;br /&gt;Me agita os instintos&lt;br /&gt;Quem se diz muito perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Na certa encontrou um jeito&lt;br /&gt;Insosso!&lt;br /&gt;Pra não ser de carne e osso&lt;br /&gt;Pra não ser&lt;br /&gt;Carne e osso!&lt;br /&gt;Nã nã nã nã nã nã nã...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfeição demais&lt;br /&gt;Me agita os instintos&lt;br /&gt;Quem se diz muito perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Na certa encontrou um jeito&lt;br /&gt;Insosso!&lt;br /&gt;Pra não ser de carne e osso&lt;br /&gt;Pra não ser&lt;br /&gt;Carne e osso!&lt;br /&gt;Carne e osso!&lt;br /&gt;Carne e osso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-707624791184563192?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/707624791184563192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=707624791184563192&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/707624791184563192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/707624791184563192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2007/09/pecados.html' title='Pecados?!?'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-2981508772501444008</id><published>2007-09-17T23:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T00:05:35.816-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Neste último final de semana...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Só para dizer que tive um excelente final de semana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Foi um sábado de reencontros! Delicioso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Manhã, tarde e noite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Na parte da manhã, revi amigos muito queridos, amigos que eu nem imaginava o significado que tínhamos uns para os outros, até sábado. Amigos, gosto muito de vocês e espero tê-los sempre por perto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No começo da tarde, revi minha querida instrutora, que me ajudou a dirigir e que se tornou uma grande e muito querida amiga! Adorei rever você e colocar nossos papos &lt;em&gt;quase&lt;/em&gt; em dia! Ainda tem mais... Hehehe!  ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E finalmente na parte da noite tive um jantar delicioso na Casa Pizza, com amigos muito especiais e queridos. Sim, eu me arrumei toda e me senti linda porque eu ia encontrar pessoas incríveis! Queridos, amo vocês!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já o domingo, foi em família, papos, risadas e mais papo e filmes bonitinhos, daqueles que eu a-do-ro! Muito bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-2981508772501444008?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/2981508772501444008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=2981508772501444008&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/2981508772501444008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/2981508772501444008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2007/09/neste-ltimo-final-de-semana.html' title='Neste último final de semana...'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-8964370899324219568</id><published>2007-09-13T20:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T21:28:37.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'>100-SA-CIO-NAL! (Setembro)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dando continuidade à matéria da Bons Fluidos de Agosto/2007, edição nº 100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Com um certo atraso, eu sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aqui vai a lista do mês de Setembro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;007 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SÁBADO SEM CARRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Algumas pessoas já contribuem para o bem-estar do planeta deixando o carro na garagem nos fins de semana. Bônus: o hábito de caminhar faz bem a seu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;008 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CORPO SEM TOXINAS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a medicina tradicional chinesa diz que a primavera é a estação da renovação. No prato, inclua mais alimentos frescos, frutas da época, grãos e sementes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;009 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FENG SHUI TAMBÉM DESINTOXICA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ao limpar nossa casa, já estamos colaborando para a harmonia do Universo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;010 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AH, OS PERFUMES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; O aroma pode fazer a diferença para começar bem o dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;011 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BEIJAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; E tem idéia melhor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;012 - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E TAMBÉM ABRAÇAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Um gesto absolutamente liberado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu comentário:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;EU&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;, particularmente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMEI&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;a listinha do mês de Setembro! &lt;/span&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-8964370899324219568?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/8964370899324219568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=8964370899324219568&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/8964370899324219568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/8964370899324219568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2007/09/100-sa-cio-nal-setembro.html' title='100-SA-CIO-NAL! (Setembro)'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-3102335816026504204</id><published>2007-09-04T14:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T14:35:37.604-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para comemorar meu 18º post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inspiração!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais Uma Vez&lt;/strong&gt; (by: Jota Quest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Composição: Fernanda Mello, Rogério Flausino e PJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te tenho com a certeza&lt;br /&gt;De que você pode ir&lt;br /&gt;Te amo com a certeza&lt;br /&gt;De que irá voltar&lt;br /&gt;Pra gente ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Você surgiu e juntos&lt;br /&gt;Conseguimos ir mais longe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você dividiu comigo a sua história&lt;br /&gt;E me ajudou a construir a minha&lt;br /&gt;Hoje mais do que nunca somos dois&lt;br /&gt;A nossa liberdade é o que nos prende&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva todo o seu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Sinta toda liberdade&lt;br /&gt;E quando a hora chegar, volta...&lt;br /&gt;O nosso amor está acima das coisas... desse mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai dizer que o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Não parou naquele momento&lt;br /&gt;Eu espero, por você&lt;br /&gt;O tempo que for&lt;br /&gt;Pra ficarmos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo com a certeza&lt;br /&gt;De que você pode ir&lt;br /&gt;Te tenho com a certeza&lt;br /&gt;De que irá voltar&lt;br /&gt;Pra gente ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Você surgiu e juntos conseguirmos ir mais longe&lt;br /&gt;Você dividiu comigo a sua história&lt;br /&gt;E me ajudou a construir a minha&lt;br /&gt;Hoje mais do que nunca... somos dois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai dizer que o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Não parou naquele momento&lt;br /&gt;Eu espero por você&lt;br /&gt;O tempo que for&lt;br /&gt;Pra ficarmos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não parou naquele momento&lt;br /&gt;Eu espero por você&lt;br /&gt;O tempo que for&lt;br /&gt;Nós vamos estar juntos&lt;br /&gt;Estar juntos&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-3102335816026504204?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/3102335816026504204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=3102335816026504204&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/3102335816026504204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/3102335816026504204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2007/09/para-comemorar-meu-18-post.html' title='Para comemorar meu 18º post!'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-3466937207895923100</id><published>2007-09-04T14:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T14:25:16.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor, Amor, Amar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Li o seguinte trecho no blog &lt;em&gt;Olhos Recém-Nascidos&lt;/em&gt;, de autoria da &lt;em&gt;Marina F&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gostei tanto, que resolvi citá-lo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;... quero ter um amor simples e banal, tranqüilo, com cafunés à beira-mar, pôr-do-sol, guerra de travesseiros, preguiça entre lençóis, brigadeiro e beijos na boca em dia de chuva. Só isso. É pedir muito?&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lindo, não é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah, eu também quero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-3466937207895923100?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/3466937207895923100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=3466937207895923100&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/3466937207895923100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/3466937207895923100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2007/09/amor-amor-amar.html' title='Amor, Amor, Amar...'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-1828329282073459028</id><published>2007-08-27T15:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T10:35:28.799-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dançar é sempre uma boa alternativa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dançar faz bem pro corpo e para a alma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Num dia da &lt;em&gt;terrível&lt;/em&gt; semana passada, cheguei em casa tão triste, tão desanimada que não agüentei me ver naquele estado, então pensei: "Humm, vou dançar...".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Na hora em que comecei a ouvir a música já me animei um pouco, depois que comecei a dançar então... Ah, que delícia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Eu me senti feliz, bem feliz mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lembra aquela história de "quem canta, seus males espanta"?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A dança é que mexe comigo e que me leva para um mundo mais livre, leve e feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E, ao menos em casa, faço como naquela famosa citação: "&lt;strong&gt;dance, como se ninguém estivesse olhando&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-1828329282073459028?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/1828329282073459028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=1828329282073459028&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/1828329282073459028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/1828329282073459028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2007/08/danar-sempre-uma-boa-alternativa.html' title='Dançar é sempre uma boa alternativa'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-9018650605825400524</id><published>2007-08-27T11:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T13:43:19.435-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Variações de Humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hormônios...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Li agora há pouco uma matéria que fala sofre a "anfetamina do amor". Interessante ver como amar e ser amado pode estabilizar o humor das pessoas e trazer o contentamento e equilíbrio ao organismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quanto ao humor, é a tal da endorfina e da serotonina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bem, enquanto o amor não vem tenho outros meios de conseguí-las...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A primeira, mais fácil e mais cômoda das opções é o chocolate. Abençoado seja o chocolate! Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A minha segunda opção, exercícios físicos. É, certamente, entre as duas, é a opção mais saudável, mas deus-do-céu, se já é difícil eu conseguir ir os 3 dias da semana, imagina 5?!? Difícil, né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enfim, em busca de estabilização do humor, dá-lhe endorfina e serotonina no organismo.  ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-9018650605825400524?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/9018650605825400524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=9018650605825400524&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/9018650605825400524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/9018650605825400524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2007/08/variaes-de-humor.html' title='Variações de Humor'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-5312908153404515141</id><published>2007-08-27T10:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T11:01:53.476-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Final de Semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Este final de semana foi particularmente excelente! (Deve ser pra compensar a semana... Hehehe!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sábado fui à Adventure Sports Fair, na Bienal do Ibirapuera. E pasmem... Fui sozinha! Por incrível que pareça, neste sábado tive a disposição de acordar mais cedo, pensar um pouco e decidir que eu iria lá sim, simplesmente porque estava com vontade de ir, independente de ter alguém ou não para me fazer companhia. Com toda essa disposição consegui até passar por cima da preguiça e senti um orgulho imenso de mim mesma! Acho que ninguém tem noção do quanto isso significou para mim. Só para dar uma idéia, foi tão significativo quanto a minha viagem de férias, em que decidi ir sozinha mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sim, isso é LIBERDADE! Agora sim... Eu tinha todas as opções para escolher, mas nunca tomava coragem para fazer e agora já descobri que posso sim, que tenho coragem sim. O primeiro passo já foi dado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ainda no sábado, saí com uma amiga querida para tomar um açaí e bater um looongo papo! Foi excelente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E recebi ainda mais dois convites, um para ir ao McDonald's com outras pessoas queridas e uma baladinha com uma amiga. Por que será que os convites sempre surgem quando já temos algo para fazer?!? Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No domingo, passei o dia no noivado da minha amiga muito querida! Foi um dia muito gostoso, tão agradável! Além do noivado lindo, com direito a discurso e tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parabéns, meus queridos! Eu desejo felicidades sem limites para vocês!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E quase consigo me iludir novamente, pensando que tudo pode dar certo e que as coisas ainda podem ser lindas... Quase...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-5312908153404515141?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/5312908153404515141/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=5312908153404515141&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/5312908153404515141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/5312908153404515141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2007/08/final-de-semana.html' title='Final de Semana'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-5719037363654359879</id><published>2007-08-27T09:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T09:35:22.616-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Semana passada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Foi o "ó"... É isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estava extremamente irritada, mal humorada e eu bem sei o motivo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enfim, foi uma semana difícil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas na sexta-feira eu descobri que ainda consigo sentir. Na sexta, depois de quase um ano sem chorar, sem sentir muita coisa, sem me permitir, eu deixei lágrimas grossas rolarem pelo meu rosto e lavarem minha alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E isso me fez lembrar o filme "O Amor Não Tira Férias"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-5719037363654359879?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/5719037363654359879/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=5719037363654359879&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/5719037363654359879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/5719037363654359879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2007/08/semana-passada.html' title='Semana passada...'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-7798696029486210247</id><published>2007-08-15T14:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T14:24:21.723-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Relembrando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100% Você&lt;/strong&gt; (by: Chiclete Com Banana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Composição: Beto Garrido e Alexandre Peixe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Vai vai vai vai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Lê Lê Lê Lê Lê Lê Lê Lê...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Lê Lê Lê Lê Lê Lê Lê Lê...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Um céu sem estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Uma praia sem mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Amor sem carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Romance sem par&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Carnaval sem festa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Um jardim sem flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;É assim que eu me sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Longe do seu amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Como enganar o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Tão ligado nesse amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Como viver a minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Sem teu jeito sedutor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Não dá mais prá segurar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Tô viciado em você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Não dá... Não dá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Prá ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Prá ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Sem te ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Já estou ficando louco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Não dá... Não dá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Prá ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Prá ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Sem te ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Sou 100% você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Lê Lê Lê Lê Lê Lê Lê Lê...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Lê Lê Lê Lê Lê Lê Lê Lê...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Estrada sem rumo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Saudade sem dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;TV sem novela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Arco-íris sem cor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Chiclete sem Nana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Verão sem calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;É assim que eu me sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Longe do seu amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Como enganar o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Tão ligado nesse amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Como viver a minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Sem teu jeito sedutor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Não dá mais prá segurar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Tô viciado em você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Não dá... Não dá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Prá ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Prá ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Sem te ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Já estou ficando louco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Não dá... Não dá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Prá ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Prá ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Sem te ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Sou 100% você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Lê Lê Lê Lê Lê Lê Lê Lê...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Lê Lê Lê Lê Lê Lê Lê Lê...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah, como essa música me lembra Jaguariúna...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ai, ai... Foi bom! Como eu me diverti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saudades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-7798696029486210247?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/7798696029486210247/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=7798696029486210247&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/7798696029486210247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/7798696029486210247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2007/08/relembrando.html' title='Relembrando...'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-6103205915968962302</id><published>2007-08-13T14:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T15:56:12.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Será que falta cor?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Preciso de mais colorido na minha vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sim, aprendi a ver as cores dos dias com minha amiga querida. Muito obrigada, menina dos cabelos amarelos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje estou me sentindo irritada e com horror do trânsito, de lugares cheios e tudo mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Conversando com o moço simpático que me acompanhou ao shopping para eu comprar chocolate e acalmar os nervos, cheguei à conclusão de que o que me irrita não é algo que aconteceu, mas justamente por não ter acontecido nada. Nada legal, nada diferente, nada que me faça perder um pouco da racionalidade, que me faça sentir a vida; ou seja, algo que me faça perder a cabeça momentaneamente, para viver a vida de verdade, para quebrar a minha barreira racional e me fazer sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu preciso de mais cor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu preciso de mais emoção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A rotina é enlouquecedora para mim. Não dá para fazer sempre as mesmas coisas, do mesmo jeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Preciso desses acontecimentos "&lt;em&gt;mágicos&lt;/em&gt;"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aliás, obrigada, querido moço simpático. Me ajudou a ver o problema e ainda me fez rir bastante no caminho de volta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-6103205915968962302?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/6103205915968962302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=6103205915968962302&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/6103205915968962302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/6103205915968962302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2007/08/ser-que-falta-cor.html' title='Será que falta cor?!?'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-8026381785685706796</id><published>2007-08-12T00:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:42:00.728-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Preguiça...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gente, ando com uma preguiça imensa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Preguiça de tudo, inclusive de sair de casa. Credo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que chato isso... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Olha a hora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O que estou fazendo dentro de casa essa hora???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Era para eu estar por aí, me divertindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ah, preguiça horrorosa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Detesto sentir preguiça, mas não sei como evitá-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-8026381785685706796?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/8026381785685706796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=8026381785685706796&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/8026381785685706796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/8026381785685706796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2007/08/preguia.html' title='Preguiça...'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-8722389159643114903</id><published>2007-08-05T15:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T14:46:32.699-03:00</updated><title type='text'>100-SA-CIO-NAL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esse é o título de uma matéria da Bons Fluidos de Agosto/2007, edição nº 100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A revista inteira está excelente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas, nesta matéria, eles fizeram uma lista de 100 coisas imprescindíveis, que estão divididas por mês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Coloco aqui a lista do mês de Agosto, então!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;001&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SER MAIS VERDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ou ecologicamente correto é uma atitude 100% bons fluidos. Atitudes simples já ajudam a deixar o planeta melhor. Uma delas pode ser utilizar produtos de limpeza naturais. Tente o vinagre: remove manchas e odores fortes, limpando azulejos e panelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;002&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RIR DE SI MESMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; diminui seu estresse e o de quem estiver ao seu redor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;003&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CONVIDAR PARA UM CHÁ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é tão aconchegante quanto a bebida. Experimente hibisco, cravo e canela. A cor é vinho, e o sabor, hmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;004&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;TRINTA MINUTOS DE CAMINHADA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, cinco vezes por semana, aumentam a expectativa de vida em um ano e meio. Correndo, a sobrevida se estende a quatro anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;005&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;VENTO NO ROSTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Um passeio de bicicleta, e o lazer está garantido. Se quiser um pouco de companhia, acesse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bikebrasil.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.bikebrasil.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;006&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SÓ POR UM DIA, NÃO CONSUMA CARNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Menos carne significa menos gordura saturada. Essa atitude pode virar hábito uma vez por semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-8722389159643114903?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/8722389159643114903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=8722389159643114903&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/8722389159643114903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/8722389159643114903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2007/08/100-sa-cio-nal.html' title='100-SA-CIO-NAL!'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-6268537685457098339</id><published>2007-08-03T10:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T15:11:03.831-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Os olhos mentem dia e noite a dor da gente"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Este é um trecho do começo da música &lt;strong&gt;O Anjo Mais Velho&lt;/strong&gt;, d'&lt;strong&gt;O Teatro Mágico&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A música inteira é linda, mas agora, vou comentar sobre esse trecho: "&lt;em&gt;Os olhos mentem dia e noite a dor da gente&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu concordo com isso. E quantas vezes passamos a imagem que tudo está sempre bem? E nesse caso, não estão nossos olhos, por escolha nossa, escondendo a dor da gente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E isso me lembra o que uma amiga comentou sobre as "máscaras" que usamos no dia-a-dia. Seja para manter um clima estável na empresa ou em casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E não, nesse caso, não estou dizendo sobre falsidade, enganação ou coisas do tipo, mas da maneira como nos "escondemos" atrás de máscaras, pensando que desta forma estamos "protegidos", chegando algumas vezes a construir "muros" quase intransponíveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inclusive li um livro que conta uma fábula muito interessante sobre esse assunto: &lt;strong&gt;O Cavaleiro Preso na Armadura&lt;/strong&gt;, do &lt;strong&gt;Robert Fisher&lt;/strong&gt;, indicação de uma grande amiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enfim, fiquei pensando nos reais motivos que nos levam a usar as máscaras. Mas não, não quero dizer quais as conclusões que cheguei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nesse momento, quero apenas dizer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cuidado com o uso contínuo das máscaras. Cuidado para não se tornar tão dependente e se perder no meio delas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-6268537685457098339?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/6268537685457098339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=6268537685457098339&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/6268537685457098339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/6268537685457098339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2007/08/os-olhos-mentem-dia-e-noite-dor-da.html' title='&quot;Os olhos mentem dia e noite a dor da gente&quot;'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-1322581231338276182</id><published>2007-08-01T13:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T14:23:23.131-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inquietação, descontentamento, tédio, medo, incertezas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tudo junto. Tudo ao mesmo tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Definitivamente, têm coisas que já não se encaixam mais no lugar de antes, e outras que precisam entrar na minha vida. Como fazer para me desapegar, deixar pra trás o que não me serve mais, o que já não é suficiente para mim? Como abrir as portas e janelas para as coisas boas, para os bons acontecimentos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shit... Respostas, respostas, quero saber as respostas e preciso agir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que me falta? O que falta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Qual o rumo que devo tomar, se me perdi no caminho de volta a mim mesma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como achar o caminho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E isso me leva a uma análise mais profunda... Para onde quero ir? Onde quero chegar? Qual o objetivo? Qual o sentido de tudo isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E o que me entristece é que eu ainda não respondi esses últimos questionamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como seguir em frente, se não sei para onde quero ir? Mas como ficar parada se o tempo e a vida não esperam por ninguém?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Minha vida está acontecendo e eu não sei o que fazer com ela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-1322581231338276182?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/1322581231338276182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=1322581231338276182&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/1322581231338276182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/1322581231338276182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2007/08/perdida.html' title='Perdida...'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-4473480238253294144</id><published>2007-07-27T13:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T14:39:31.824-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Será destino ou um sopro da vida?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Engraçado como certas coisas acontecem, não é mesmo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nestes últimos dias tenho encontrado um monte de gente que conheci em algum momento da minha vida. Não são pessoas que fazem parte da minha vida cotidiana, mas sim pessoas que conheci no ambiente de trabalho e nunca nos vimos fora; outras que conheci por meio de outras pessoas, mas que nunca tive contato além das poucas vezes que nos encontramos com a pessoa em comum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acho que encontrei pessoas assim durante toda esta semana e também na semana passada. Quando não foi na rua, foi no restaurante ou afins. Todos numa mesma região... Berrini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Interessante e inusitado, foi isso o que senti. Creio que nunca havia encontrado tantas pessoas conhecidas em tão pouco tempo, tão por acaso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje, senti uma vontade incontrolável de ir almoçar num determinado restaurante, para comer um determinado prato. Só no caminho, encontrei 4 pessoas que eu trabalhei junto e umas 10 que conhecia de vista. No restaurante, encontrei um amigo da minha irmã, que conheci na baladinha do aniversário dela, em março. Mas o mais incrível vem agora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Após o almoço, eu quis tomar um sorvete, na lanchonete ao lado. Na hora de pagar a conta, olho para o balcão e vejo um cartão de crédito perdido por lá... Quando li o nome, tive um "estalo" e pensei: "Esse cartão é do irmão do meu amigo.". Bem, voltando ao escritório, decidi ligar para meu amigo e perguntei. Não é que o banco e nome bateram mesmo?!? Ele foi avisar para o irmão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje, uma nova amiga me disse que nunca tinha conseguido conversar muito, mas que pela primeira vez tinha falado com alguém assim e me agradeceu, pois se sentia mais leve. E comentei que gosto de ouvir as histórias das pessoas, gosto mesmo. Como boa religiosa que é, ela disse: "Ainda bem que Deus te colocou no meu caminho.".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mistérios da vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aqui encerro este tópico, com a pergunta do título...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Será destino ou um sopro da vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-4473480238253294144?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/4473480238253294144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=4473480238253294144&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/4473480238253294144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/4473480238253294144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2007/07/ser-destino-ou-um-sopro-da-vida.html' title='Será destino ou um sopro da vida?'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-2314438161753057769</id><published>2007-07-26T09:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T10:37:01.425-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E mais música...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gente... Não consigo parar de ouvir essa música! Hahaha! É muito boa para ouvir e também dançar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sim, eu sei... Bem que poderia escrever um monte de coisas, na verdade, muitas coisas estão se passando pela minha cabeça. Mas estou ouvindo música e fiquei com vontade de colocar essa aqui também... Afinal, para dançar pela vida, é preciso de música...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dancem também! Dançar faz bem para a alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Divirtam-se!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry&lt;/strong&gt; (by: Madonna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Composição: Madonna and Stuart Price&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Je suis désolée [Francês]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Lo siento [Espanhol]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Ik ben droevig [Holandês]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Sono spiacente [Italiano]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Perdóname [Espanhol]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;I've heard it all before (14x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Please don't say you're sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;I've heard it all before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;And I can take care of myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Please don't say 'forgive me'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;I've seen it all before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;And I can't take it anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;You're not half the man you think you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Save your words because you've gone too far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;I listened to your lies and all your stories (listen to your stories)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;You're not half the man you'd like to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Please don't say you're sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;I've heard it all before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;And I can take care of myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Please don't say 'forgive me'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;I've seen it all before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;And I can't take it anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Don't explain yourself cause talk is cheap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;There's more important things than hearing you speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;You stayed because I made it so convenient (made it so convenient)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Don't explain yourself, you'll never see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Gomen nasai [Japonês]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Mujhe maph kardo [Hindú]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Przepraszam [Polonês]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Slicha [Hebreu]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Forgive me [Inglês]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;(Sorry, sorry, sorry,...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;I've heard it all before (sorry, sorry, sorry,...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;(repeat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Please don't say you're sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;I've heard it all before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;And I can take care of myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Please don't say 'forgive me'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;I've seen it all before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;And I can't take it anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Please don't say you're sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;(Don't explain yourself cause talk is cheap)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;I've heard it all before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;And I can take care of myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;(There's more important things than hearing you speak)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Please don't say 'forgive me'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;I've heard it all before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;I've heard it all before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;I've heard it all before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;I've heard it all before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-2314438161753057769?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/2314438161753057769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=2314438161753057769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/2314438161753057769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/2314438161753057769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2007/07/e-mais-msica.html' title='E mais música...'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-1174332253785968208</id><published>2007-07-23T14:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T10:19:37.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Músicas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu adoro música e hoje estava ouvindo esta e pensando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Que Eu Também Não Entendo&lt;/strong&gt; (by: Jota Quest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Composição: Fernanda Mello e Rogério Flausino&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Essa não é mais uma carta de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;São pensamentos soltos traduzidos em palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Pra que você possa entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;O que eu também não entendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Amar não é ter que ter sempre certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;É aceitar que ninguém é perfeito pra ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;É poder ser você mesmo e não precisar fingir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;É tentar esquecer e não conseguir fugir, fugir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Já pensei em te largar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Já olhei tantas vezes pro lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Mas quando penso em alguém é por você que fecho os olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Sei que nunca fui perfeito mas com você eu posso ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Até eu mesmo que você vai entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Posso brincar de descobrir desenho em nuvens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Posso contar meus pesadelos e até minhas coisas fúteis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Posso tirar a tua roupa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Posso fazer o que eu quiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Posso perder o juízo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Mas com você eu tô tranquilo, tranquilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Agora o que vamos fazer, eu também não sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Afinal, será que amar é mesmo tudo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Se isso não é amor, o que mais pode ser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Estou aprendendo também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Já pensei em te largar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Já olhei tantas vezes pro lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Mas quando penso em alguém é por você que fecho os olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Sei que nunca fui perfeito mas com você eu posso ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Até eu mesmo que você vai entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Posso brincar de descobrir desenho em nuvens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Posso contar meus pesadelos e até minhas coisas fúteis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Posso tirar a tua roupa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Posso fazer o que eu quiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Posso perder o juízo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Mas com você eu tô tranquilo, tranquilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Agora o que vamos fazer, eu também não sei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Afinal, será que amar é mesmo tudo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Se isso não é amor, o que mais pode ser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Estou aprendendo também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Essa música me acompanha há algum tempo. Já chorei e já sorri sozinha, ouvindo-a. E até hoje eu me pergunto: "&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;será que amar é mesmo tudo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Na minha opinião, não. Só amar não é o suficiente... É preciso mais do que amar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É preciso amar, demonstrar, sentir, expressar, dividir, entender, respeitar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Acha que o amor, sozinho, não é o bastante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-1174332253785968208?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/1174332253785968208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=1174332253785968208&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/1174332253785968208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/1174332253785968208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2007/07/eu-adoro-msica-e-hoje-estava-ouvindo.html' title='Músicas'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-7020694894178403523</id><published>2007-07-23T10:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T10:19:59.113-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexta-feira</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu, particularmente adoro sextas-feiras. É o dia que antecede o sábado, que é o dia das possibilidades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A última sexta-feira foi bem agradável. Para começar, o tráfego colaborou muito, na ida e na volta. O dia correu tranqüilo e leve. A noite terminou ainda melhor, no Caetanos, batendo papo com uma amiga muito querida, tomando uma Bohemia e brindando ao Dia do Amigo e a nossa amizade de uns 15 anos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, foi um dia simples, mas incrivelmente leve e agradável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-7020694894178403523?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/7020694894178403523/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=7020694894178403523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/7020694894178403523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/7020694894178403523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2007/07/sexta-feira.html' title='Sexta-feira'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-2484960101056613151</id><published>2007-07-20T15:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T13:38:03.745-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reencontros</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como é gostoso reencontrar pessoas boas que entraram em nossas vidas há tempos atrás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem foi um dia desses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro, falei com um mocinho simpático que gostei muito de ter conhecido e não falava há uns 6 meses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois, na hora do almoço encontrei um outro moço bacana que trabalhei há muuuito tempo atrás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ainda no final deste dia, saí com duas amigas queridas, que eu não via há alguns meses. Conversamos muito, rimos muito e ainda fizemos planos para um próximo encontro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, que maravilha que são esses re-encontros que fazem nossas vidas ficarem mais coloridas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-2484960101056613151?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/2484960101056613151/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=2484960101056613151&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/2484960101056613151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/2484960101056613151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2007/07/reencontros.html' title='Reencontros'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567742336386222182.post-7678189475647023355</id><published>2007-07-19T09:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T13:13:40.475-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu quero mais...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero coragem, para enfrentar as coisas, a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero jogar fora o comodismo que me prende, me amarra e me sufoca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero entusiasmo, para colorir minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero alegria, para enfeitar meu rosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero tomar atitudes, para conseguir sair do lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero sair por aí, sem ter que ter alguém ao lado, e ainda assim me sentir segura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero ser segura o suficiente para encontrar motivações dentro de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero sentir mais e pensar menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero viver a minha vida, intensamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu quero muito mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567742336386222182-7678189475647023355?l=danca-da-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/7678189475647023355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567742336386222182&amp;postID=7678189475647023355&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/7678189475647023355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567742336386222182/posts/default/7678189475647023355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danca-da-vida.blogspot.com/2007/07/eu-quero-mais.html' title='Eu quero mais...'/><author><name>Tathi J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917642657408641392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0DRq4KNwQ/TkdeKYjX3lI/AAAAAAAABfM/GXFzRCqwl78/s220/Tathi_Iron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
